digital pic of an old film pic. thus the flash light and blur. this is the northside doing it's thing about a dozen years ago. i've got alot of old pics from days when i'd use a disposable camera and turn it in to be developed on a kodak cd. that was really advanced for the time. but it was a short period. now we have camera capabilities i can't even imagine. i'm still waaay behind the curve. but it's fun anyway. it's art for art's sake. do you know art? that's rain's dad. he founded boardsports. they're good people. i haven't actually spent any money there in years and years. but i'm a die hard loyal boardsports supporter. i went into tactics once. i ran in and ran out. i was disgusted with myself. i was there for less than a minute and i didn't spend a penny. i promise. long live boardsports. much love to rain and his old man. good good people.
i think that's the board brad finley made with the native american image on the nose. that was a nice board. i broke it of course.
dogpatch daydream
lack of local surf forced a road trip to valhalla




this is a gray haired lady. no kidding. she was ruling the place.



same lady





i trekked several miles for many days in snow sleet and rain. through nud and stickers and viney maple. ate cold cut sammiches. slept in a crooked cot in a musty tent. never fired my gun. never saw a one. but sure enough. the day season ends, there they are.

 
6 yr old ruben reef tucker.
international surfing day.
otter rock oregon.
first contest.
no booties.
no hood.
no whining.
total stud.
always bigger than it looks
a brief moment in time