Caverns

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The Waiting Room

Heavy Handed Hackensack Mamma

The meanest hunk o'woman that anybody ever seen.... Jim Croce (Roller Derby Queen)

The Little Whaler

My very humble take on the finless/foam/fibreglass genre. A 5'3" x 3" x 1 n a bit' Moby murderer.

Mr McCall

Getting all trimmy on a quiet bank...

Winter Fields

I wonder why Greece has been so high in my viewing stats...? Can't wait for all that bronze to come on home... Here's a little bit of beauty you have been missing.
Edit: Grrr Blogger. Am trying to figure out what these lines are. Hopefully they wont last.

Headless

Another knock-kneed headless monster...

Tickling the Belly of the Behemoth

When a little feather just won't do... Kerry Down

Avthentic

Avthentic vandalism and a wacking left hander way behind.

Monsieur Jacques

I have had the immense pleasure of meeting Rudy Jacques and spending a few days surfing, shaping and photographing with him. I have found in him a man of deep humility and graciousness, a man of quiet, resolute peacefulness.
Oil Reservoir Rudy...

Lost Time

Seven months ago Phil the Hairman found a love of the sea and sand. He has been making up for lost time ever since...
Here he is getting low and trimming the fat off a little tumbler.

The Sunday Large

The Sunday Large... tip o' the hat to the cowboys who rode.

Thinking About the Climb

Set back by flooded roads our little winter troop weathered further south with some happy returns. Lovely to spend some time with new friends.
Samwise Atkins leaning on his backside rail and thinking about the climb...

The Harrow & The Harvest

If you like closing your eyes and contentedly nodding, getting slowly drunk on song. If you like drawing back on a bit of banjo, inhaling harmonies. If you like the drowning intoxication of rolling melody. If you like these things then...
The Harrow & The Harvest - Gillian Welch

Joni Dytor

Local banged-up-board sleuth taking the time to do it with grace.

Bird Nerding Again

A beautiful lady in the banana trees (or A queen on her throne).

Russian Roulette

Another loaded wall and a fortuitous soul facing the barrel.
The Bend.

South Swell Pearl Chain

I would say 'unidentified surfer' again but... Know him?

I love seeing surfers getting their wings out.

Brendan Berlach

So the papers beat me to it and got a better shot too, but he's my mate so they can shove it.
Brendan Berlach: musical genie, do-it-yourself surfer, fish hunter et al. Lend an ear here

Apparition of the Last Wave You Let Slide

Does it haunt you too?

Mr Gribble

Joel Gribble almost going submarine on a local folder. Yew!

Swan Lake

Unidentified sea-dancer at the Lake.

Risen

He is Risen! Yew...

Art's Neurosis

A memory of Kreisler once:
At some recital in this same city,
The seats all taken, I found myself pushed
On to the stage with a few others,
So near that I could see the toil
Of his face muscles, a pulse like a moth
Fluttering under the fine skin,
And the indelible veins of his smooth brow.

I could see, too, the twitching of the fingers,
Caught temporarily in art’s neurosis,
As we sat there or warmly applauded
This player who so beautifully suffered
For each of us upon his instrument.

So it must have been on Calvary
In the fiercer light of the thorns’ halo:
The men standing by and that one figure,
The hands bleeding, the mind bruised but calm,
Making such music as lives still.
And no one daring to interrupt
Because it was himself that he played
And closer than all of them the God listened.

R.S. Thomas - The Musician