Emilie Seris-smart, adventurous, world traveling, surfer chic and engineer.
Tag: photography
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Many-many people are out and about traveling the world and surfing!
Overcoming Obstacles
Life is full of them. At one point, everything was an insurmountable hurdle. Not anymore. If I’m on the track and I fall on my face, I pick myself up and keep going.
Yesterday morning, I left Nicaragua and headed south to the border.
We had forgotten to call Rooster’s border contact, so we stopped and asked for help from a man in Rivas. He was very helpful. There are good people everywhere. 
I chatted with Domingo, while I watched the truck and waited for Roo to take care of the paper work.
Finally everything fell into place on the Nica side and we persevered, with what is a grueling task, if I wanted to complain. ~ Things have changed on the south side of the frontera They have a new facility and it is much cleaner. These bus drivers said, “hey lady. Take our photo.” I stopped in the middle of my run to show my passport and snapped and showed. I can’t imagine blowing them off.
Then there was the paper work for the vehicle. That left me once again, taking care of the truck. These innocent looking girls, kept engaging me in a conversation at the back corner of the truck, which is one of the oldest, rip off tricks here. I had to reposition myself and be on my toes every second. The border is full of wolves and you can’t really tell who is who. It’s kind of like surfing, you can’t really tell a surfer by his board or board shorts.
Completing that task, we dashed for home. My brain was locked in on my pitt stop, Mussanis. I had an empanada and a cafe con leche. WOW
We stopped and bought gas after that. It cost 92 dollars to fill our tank! Another WOW….As we turned the corner to La Huerta, I admired the flora and, with a hint of deflation, accepted the decay of our fence. Pura vida…We’ve been gone for five months.
It’s all worth it for this.
*I will add links later…The Shack is closing and I have to go.
*I also want to add that Nica Waves Surf Camp has screaming fast Wi-Fi and is a great place for a working photographer.
(I wrote this partly with an attitude. I can’t believe those boys were scared. – Many people here on the island are scared of foreign breaks and foreign people. It might have something to do with how they treat people. They don’t want to be treated like THAT.)
The Chaperone
I was wrong. When I posted this morning, I had no idea I would be kicked back in the airport, with time on my hands. These are the young adults that I am traveling with. We caught the train this morning, headed to Orlando and our flight. 
City of New Orleans was playing in my head.
The train depot resembled a border crossing.
In the airport we admired the Go Pro shop. Now we are all armed- with cameras. And they shoot people too! I’m scared!
I identified myself as the chaperone, when going through TSA. So, I guess that’s what I am ~ Chaperone/Surf Photographer ~ Auntibubba has nothing on Mamacheri.
Beautiful Luau
“You don’t stop laughing when you grow old. You grow old when you stop laughing.”
I’ve had a lot of work to do.
~Responsabilities~
They’ve given me a headache…
~But it’s Friday~
~And there’s a Luau~
~Celebrating a Birthday~
~So we partied~
~with friends~
~good friends~
And it was Beautiful!
250
Two hundred-fifty is not my weight, it’s not my house number and it’s not my area code. It’s the number of posts that I have published, since I started this venture, or should I say, adventure?
I can remember my first. I wrote that it felt as if I was throwing a bottle into the ocean, wondering what shore it would end up on. Who would read it? Or would anyone?
Since it’s inception, Secondhand Surfer Blog has splintered into the blog and a facebook page by the same name, posting daily photos of local surfers in Fernandina Beach, Florida, USA. Or surfers, on the breaks near my home in Costa Rica.
So much has transpired. I feel that Secondhand Surfer is going into, yet, another direction. But I’m not sure where.
I find myself at a crossroad, once again.
Unlike the one where Robert Johnson sold his soul, to the devil. Just an everyday, crossroad decision.
~Indians once thought, and many still do, that a camera had the power to steal your soul~
~I think a camera can capture your soul and hand it back to you-especially in surfing~
I treasure my camera. I look forward to being on the beach.
I wonder where this photography gig is going to take me.
Cartesian.
Lost and Found
Brian Bent
Recently, when in San Onofre, I had the pleasure of surfing with Brian Brent.
Meeting this regular, at Onofre was a treat. The day before, he had surfed on a board with NO fin. I followed every move. 
I made sure I was perched and ready when he showed up the second day.
It’s not every day that you see surfers on wooden planks. California is another world. And San Onofre is the best of the best for me.
I got to talk with Brian in and out of the water. 
I learned that Brian is an artist and musician – Vimeo.com– and the Pastor for the Hot Rod Church for Sinners.
If you like his surfing, check out his other links. You will not be disappointed.
Only in California.
Flying Home
Ocean Angels
It won’t be long and I’ll be headed back to the East Coast. I followed my friend to his break, San Onofre, and settled in to take pics. The waves were small, but the sun had come out. These waves are long and it gives a person a chance, to set up and walk around. These women are regulars and practiced. I enjoyed watching and shooting.
I don’t look forward to the flight.
I have done so much in the last week. I’ve visited bad old haunts and good old friends.
It’s been great.
California Bucket List