66 – Edits

I have been forced to live in a technological world for 43 years. It began when I enrolled in college. I took an English Comp and Statistics class. I had to do every thing on the computer. I complied. It was an edit in my life.

One thing always leads to another. Add on take away. That’s editing. When something doesn’t work – change it. If it’s wrong it’s wrong, forever.

It’s survival of the fittest. What makes sense to one person, confuses another. Some people never bother to write a sentence that needs editing. Nor do they think to change their life. To move. To learn new things.

To add to or take away.

That’s editing. My life is full of edits.

66 Photos – I am a Widget

I AM A WIDGET/Gallery Lover

My soul is enmeshed with these subjects. Each photo a memory. A person impressed in my being, like words in print. They tell a story. I know these people intimately, as I look at them over and over through the years.

If you are on an iPhone and you tap the horizontal bars in the right corner, my widgets will appear. They are mostly photo galleries. The first is always changing order. The other two are stationary. I recently updated all three. I am sad to say, that it took me two and a half months to follow through with this task.

I am getting back to this writing. Mostly in first person. The pictures are mostly of people. Loves of my life and people I had never seen before. I am fascinated by people.

My instagram https://www.instagram.com/everydaypaparazza/ has 800 portraits. Check them out. Yes, there is a turtle and a guitar. But most are people. Every day, extraordinary people. That was the purpose of the site. I wanted to link it as a widget in the sidebar but was unsuccessful.

Most of my unsuccessful technical endeavors go by the wayside until I am ready to tackle it.

In the meantime, I browse-look at my photos and read other’s blogs.

I am a happy widget.

As a side note to my sidebar – Many indigenous people do not want their photos taken. They believe their souls will be stolen. I encountered this at The Moon Dance in Costa Rica and with the Mayans in Guatemala. I could have snuck their photos but I backed off.

My soul has become entwined with all of these people.

We are one.

Day 153

This is day 153 of the year 2022. There are 215 days left. And I am here in the moment. En Route 66…………….

“Think of the life you have lived until now as over and, as a dead man, see what’s left as a bonus and live it according to Nature. Love the hand that fate deals you and play it as your own, for what could be more fitting?” – Marcus Aurelius

DxO One

The interchange of technology has no terminal velocity. It continually accelerates. Which is wonderful if you have cavernous pockets. Or your spending habits have no boundaries. Or you happen to be one of those photographers that the manufacturers/sales and marketers give the cameras to, to entice others to purchase their newest, latest and greatest camera or gadget. Continue reading DxO One

Real Photographer?

10661717_653826504730895_3842677399764929265_oCan you tell us where you stand, on the debate, concerning the “real photographer”?

“I’d have to say, that is usually in the hot sun’.

This was a sticky page.

As administrator of this blog, I have tagged this page to make it my cover, until I decide to change it. I maintain a minimalist presence. My – who am I – and who I am not – was written in the embryonic stage, of this venture. It gives you a synapses synopsis, of Secondhand Surfer ~ unburdened by detail. That is the nature of this journal. It is the “essence” of.

My posts are photos and poems, opinions and confessions. At times I am cryptic, while at others, embarrassingly revealing.

The unexamined life is not worth living.

After thirteen years studying and pursuing a spiritual life, I chose to move beyond what I knew. I decided to Let Go, and leap forward into the unknown. I crossed the threshold of my front door, and began to navigate life, blindfold. Many years later, one day at a time, I continue surrendering to Providence. Continue reading Real Photographer?

Surf Competition

Playa Tamarindo
Playa Tamarindo

The Circuito Guanacasteco de Costa Rica, held a local competition in Playa Tamarindo, not far from my home.

The Judges

The first day we experienced twenty-five MPH winds. It was hard to stand up, much less, hold my camera still.

The Wind
The Wind

The second day was hot, and like a novice, I had no shade. I will never do that again.

Super Sun w/no hat
Super Sun w/no hat

But the week-end did have its perks. I got some good shots. I culled them. It’s tempting to show the big waves and spray, but I’ve got to learn my camera and get beyond the blur.

Competing Surfer
Competing Surfer

My favorite heats were the children and the long boarders. But I found myself drifting out of the competition area and shooting the everyday surfers.

Dolpin/Children's Heat
Dolphin/Children’s Heat


Not a Competitor
Not a Competitor

Also, I met Fabian Sanchez, the photographer, for Surf Nation; a Costa Rican online Surf Magazine.

Fabian Sanchez
Fabian Sanchez

With all of this, now in my distant past, I am once again forced to ask myself, what do I want out of this. Why am I doing this?  What is fun and what isn’t. I run to the internet to educate myself about settings and lenses.

There are a plethora of facets, to photography, like a cut diamond, it illuminates my soul.

In it for the long haul-photo by Fabian Sanchez