I yearn to go back…I want the days to be mid-summer all year long.


  • Inspiration: Brian Kirk – “I want the long hours back but you can’t give me that. Sometimes I yearn to go back even further, to a world defined by family, fields and railway tracks, the sham abandon of the long school holidays. I want the days to be mid-summer all year long, those childhood games that lasted until darkness fell and twilight was a midnight walk back home with a ball at my feet and my head completely empty. Each night I close my eyes and we are young again, before time dragged us down its hungry maw. On waking I can feel I’m falling, but reaching out into the dark I find you, hold on tight.
  • Photo (via newthom)

Sunday Morning: The inrush of power and light




Share Inspired by Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek:

“We bump against another mystery: the inrush of power and light, the canary that sings on the skull. Unless all ages and races of men have been deluded by the same mass hypnotist (who?), there seems to be such a thing as beauty, a grace wholly gratuitous…”

Image Source: The Coast by NRS Films via vimeo.


SMWI*: It’s easier to work-out with a friend


Notes: SMWI*: Saturday Morning Work-Out Inspiration. Image Source: gifak



Kenny Braun Photography: Kenny Braun is a Texas photographer that’s equal parts Thoreau and Avedon—an existential outdoorsman and consummate professional who adeptly captures everything from remote places to far away gazes. He brings a consistent visual identity to a wide range of subject matter by focusing on quality of light, color and mood. Music, surfing and photography have been his passions since high-school, each influencing the other. His personal work explores a sense of place and memory by returning to scenes from his childhood. His curiosity about faces and places is evident in his work, which is so vivid you can’t even imagine a photographer being involved.

Source: Kenny Braun Photography via YHBTI


“Getting tossed around by shorebreak and slammed into the sand day after day is a rough go; Clark Little wouldn’t have it any other way. In fact, for the North Shore local, it’s all in a good day’s work. But the Waimea addict didn’t grow up snapping shots with his father’s camera like so many photographers do. He instead set out to capture his longtime stomping grounds when his wife came home with a framed photograph of Waimea shorebreak, an image he figured he would be able to easily replicate. Having never owned a camera, he threw a cheap “waterproof” casing over a cheaper point-and-shoot and headed out to the beach. Since that first attempt, Clark has not only emulated his wife’s purchased wall art, but — with a gallery in Haleiwa and international recognition — has become a heavily respected fixture of wave photography.”

Check out his images on Clark Little Photography

Thank you Evelyn

5:00 P.M. Bell: Feel it

black and white, photography

Source: burrrr-ee




It’s 6:16 am.
You’re up.
Body aching for more sleep. A long week.
Sun is rising in Kauai.
Winds at 8 mph from North-Northeast.
Passing Clouds.
74° F.
You walk out of your room
onto the beach.
Your toes sink gently into the cool sand.
The surf is lapping at your feet.
You look out onto the horizon,
and find Blue.
Deep Blue
as far as your eyes can see.
And think,
Right here.
Right now.
I wish.

Image Credit: m_zel

Surfing on Iceberg with Penguins in Antarctica

A globetrotting surfer seeking to catch waves in the frigid seas of Antarctica instead encountered a welcoming committee of penguins.  He didn’t catch a wave in the Antarctic waters, but he didn’t much care, calling his unforgettable penguin encounter “very special.” 

It’s about being out there having an intimate relationship with nature. At the very first, they were afraid of me…but then, they came around and played with me. They were really nice, really nice…It has been unreal.

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Silence is addictive…


It has a sound, a fullness.
It’s heavy with sigh of tree,
and space between breaths.
It’s ripe with pause between birdsong
and crash of surf.
It’s golden they say.
But no one tells us it’s addictive.”

~ Angela Long


Quote Source: creatingaquietmind).  Image Source: crescentmoon06

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Friends, memories and the enormity of Mother Nature…

On August 23, 1992, it was a calm, windless, average summer day in Miami.  Yet, the undercurrent was boiling.  South Florida natives were tense – eyes glued to Bryan Norcross, the television meteorologist and hurricane specialist.  We were bracing for what would become the 4th most powerful storm to hit landfall in the U.S.

We took shelter at our friends’ (Bob & Hallie’s) home.  Rather than jogging north as predicted, the hurricane moved South and we were directly in its path.  That night, the winds and rains pounded away for hours.  We moved into an interior room, the bathroom, to seek maximum protection.  Six-week old Rachel was tucked safely away.  Our baby girl slept soundly through the howling winds and rain.  She slept through the crashing of a huge Oak tree which rattled the home and all the windows.  Colicky Rachel slept better that terrifying night than she had on any night in the prior month.  And then our dear sweet girl, proceeded to wail away for most of the 5 sweltering days which followed when we had no water or electricity. (I remember this clearly honey, yes I do.  No revisionist history here.  No Mme.)

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