This surfer is Rubiana Brownell. I have had these images on my desk top for a few weeks. They are not the showiest pics, but they do demonstrate her surfing skills, and are indicative of her life skills. Those that a person would want to have, if they want to live their dream. Continue reading Live Your Dream
365, 24 hours ~ they come and they go
Water to Water ~ Sand to Sand
I was traveling down a trail, chasing a turtle ~ the day had just begun; it had promise.
The red clay, rock laden road, led to the beach of my dreams. The water was aqua, warm and inviting. The beach was lined with palms.
The waves were FULL of surfers.
The turtle looked at me, and said, “you better not drop in on me.”
As you sit, oceanside, at Adelina’s, you know Costa Rica. Family, happiness and health. That is what drew me to this country. I absorb the love here and feel honored to be apart of their lives.
Can 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?
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