mornings

...are the best time of the day. I'm usually glad when autumn rolls round, for lots of reasons, the crowds thin, its easier to be the first one in the water, much easier to be up and about for "that" moment when the light is just right...and that moment seems to last a little longer. The summer bleaches the colour of out things, which has its own beauty, but one I never seem to capture all that well.
Maybe its becuase im from the northern hemisphere, but i capture darkness better than light...i like cold waves/water/wetsuits, feels more real to me.

Moments...like this

(a summer shot, so it goes, but makes me look forward to autumn.)

grove

takes my breath away some mornings.

earlies

they are always worth it

eddie did come

Ed arrived and we surfed a few little ones at my favorite place away from the maddening crowd yesterday...small but fun, and clean to boot.
The sun is shining and the winds are good for now at least.

This morning didnt yield too much, but keen for the coastal run this morning, see what we can see.

funtimes

its been quite the run of good swell

ive been surfing lots, finding a few less crowded places...nowhere special, but special nonetheless...the comp is over, the tourists are heading back up the freeway. Soon the town will quieten down.

ive taken lots of photos, got a few addresses and driven about today and dropped of CD's of images for people.

Its making me happy.

here is Sunday morning...

 a stunning sunrise - no colour correction with these shots

 kelly 1

 kelly 2

 kelly 3

 kelly 4

 kelly 5

 Bells 2011 Winner - Joel Parkinson

my favorite of the day, classic.

driving, waiting, raining

a drive down the coast yielded some nice light and some fun waves when everywhere was blown.

No secrets here.

sometimes, its all about the waiting

morning greens at the poss

2 recent favorites and this mornings thoughts

this morning i slept in - for the first time in weeks - it felt good - ive been sleep deprived by both passions and by persistant insomnia, it has its uses - not missing a good dawnie - but comes at a cost. So now, refereshed, with a incoming tide a few foot of swell - im invigorated.

You sea! I resign myself to you also - I guess what you mean,

I behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers,

I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me, 

We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land, 

Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse, 

Dash me with amorous wet, I can repay you. Sea of stretch'd ground-swells

(walt whitman - song of myself)