12.31.2010

Happy New Year from New South Wales!

Sydney Harbor Bridge Blowing up!

Already 2011??  WTF?  Time is getting rather slippery these days isn't it?  Yikes!  Well, the end of the world as we know it is supposed to happen sometime next year so I encourage everyone to quit their jobs, sell their house/children, book a flight to the place you've always wanted to go... and go!

The city of Sydney put on a pretty damn good display of fire power last night.  Burnt the bridge literally.  If you ever find yourself in Oz for the new year make sure to find a nice spot on the harbor and prepare to be Oooed and Aaaahhhed.  A few stiff Vodka drinks will help too.  Always does.

Happy Two Thousand E11even everybody!!  I'm off to do some very serious and important research in the art of hammock snoozing...

12.16.2010

The Magical Birdcage Sessions

 Magic Perfection


This little adventure absolutely made my Fiji trip...

Since we had been stuck in the harbor waiting on a new transmission for Nola, we had been hiring a local guy to take us out to Cloudbreak to surf whenever there were waves, but always never got out there early enough and had to leave early so the capt. could get back to his island before dark.  One drunken night in Nadi Town, Panapa and I decided we'd get dropped off at the judging tower that stands over the shallow reef at Cloudbreak and spend the night on it to get the most out of the swell coming that night.  We ended up leaving the club at 5 AM when our local buddy Che decided to get himself kicked out for grabbing a full pitcher of Malibu and Pinapple juice from behind the bar and drinking it.  This was after he secretly puked on the floor by the pool tables from skulling too many rum and cokes.  Nice Che... Good times.

By 8am we had our gear on the long boat and were ready to roll.  Sam joined us for the day.  Che didnt seem to be able to make it out of bed and missed the boat... and the best waves we had surfed all trip.

Nothing more to ask for

Got out to the reef and it was pumping!  Well overhead sets, offshore, awesome!  Plenty of people out. Several boats parked up.  Got some unreal waves.  It was time for Sam and the boat to leave so we had them take us over the reef to the tower to see if it was even in good enough shape to sleep in.  It was... just barely though.  The thing was absolutely COVERED in bird shit.  Over inch deep in places.  Many birds lived in it... hence our nickname: The Birdcage.  It smelled pretty bad, kinda like... birdshit, but it had a floor and a roof and it was overlooking one of the most insane Lefts in the world,  so we decided to grab our gear and the dingy (with a powerful 2.5 HP engine!) and call it home for the next 24 hours.  We set up tarps to block the sun and wind and I kicked myself when P pulled out his hammock... I left mine on Nola... idiot!  We took a little rest and had some $1 Curry Roti's and watched the place just start firing!  Everybody had since left, we were just laughing our asses off, jumping around squawking like the birds.  This is what we came for.
Striking Gold

So as we geared up a lone Tavarua boat pulled up with a few guys on it.  These guys had the place absolutely wired with style.  A few of them turned out to work for the camp and could tell they had been surfing this place for a long time.  I cant imagine what it would be like to have had this wave all to yourself for the last 25 years!!!  For those who don't know... Tavarua Island/Surf Resort has had exclusive rights to surfing Cloudbreak for the last few decades.  And just a few months ago the Fijian Govn't lifted the rights allowing anybody to come surf it.  First of all, I think it's 100% BULLSHIT to be able to have exclusive rights to ride a wave that was formed in the ocean several hundred miles away.  CROCK OF SHIT!  But the Tavarua crew had it.  And that's part of the reason people paid unbelievable amounts of mula to stay there and surf it's waves.  But now they don't... and that's why we were there, camping in a little, rickety, stinky shack a few feet above the water about to score our brains out. : )

View from the Birdcage

This evening session was magical.  The sun was low in the sky turning the waves yellow gold green and the light offshores were sending golden spray into the sky.  Dropping into giant outside bombs all the way down the reef.  Some unreal ones.  Kicking myself for not bringing my 6'6" step-up board out there with us.  Got big, nice, round, fast barrels.  Sitting there soaking it all in.... humbling giddyness.  A handfull of guys just scoring.

Then the Tavarua boys left leaving P and I all by ourselves... hooting as we waved goodbye to the last of the crowd!  Sky and clouds turning mystical colors.  Sun setting with sets stacking up, surfing with just one buddy at pumping Cloudbreak.  Just as I was pondering whether or not there are much better moments in life... big wide one came in and as I grabbed the rail on a late drop I saw this was going to be the best wave of my time in Fiji... big bottom turn, gouge one off the top, driving down the line, grab rail, hand into the liquid to stall, colors and the water texture are still vivid in my mind, amazing vision, lip goes over, time slows, air pressure changes, the ultimate experience, my happy place, looking down the line another long section about to throw, drive into it... deep, had brief thought of not making it... then saw the light.  Came blasting out on the shoulder in front of the Birdcage, pink and orange water and sky, Tavarua island in the background, orange sun, warm air, brain set to "STOKED".  P was on the inside hooting.  I was hooting.  That was it.  Pure Euphoria.  One of those moments in surfing that will stay with me my entire life.  A collection of elements and timing that amounts to absolute magic.  This is what I came for... and this is what I'll be after as long as I live.  Those few seconds of absolute bliss.  I could leave Fiji a happy man.  But there was still the next morning!

Birdcage Sunrise

We climbed back up into the Birdcage and have tuna on crackers with more Roti's.  And watched the sunset as giant sets steamrolled down the reef, the dawn patrol looked liked it was going to be all time!  We had the best view in the house.  The birds were all coming back to roost after their day fishing at sea... they were pissed we had taken over their house.  It was a long damn night.  At high tide the waves would break and hit the bottom of the floor, I thought I was gonna take one in the face any minute.  There were thunder storms and a few sprinkles, the birds were squawking all night.  The smell was horrible, you couldnt hide from it.  The dawn finally broke and greeted us with another pumping morning at Cloudbreak.  Not a breath of wind.  Killer sunrise. Clean double overhead sets. Grubbed a pineapple and Roti and got out there.  Not much more to say about this magical session other than that it was... magical.  Late dropping big heaving waves on my 6'2".  Adrenal gland at full tilt.  Beautiful morning sun lit waves.  Big healthy waves.  Big healthy barrels.  Arms like noodles. Good shit!

Dawn Patrol with Birdcage

P and I had it to ourselves for about an hour before another boat showed up.  And after 3.5 hours we had our fill.  Back for a snooze in the Birdcage only to hear a Ski from Tavarua pull up to the tower with a few boards on the back and a camera in our face.  He kept driving around the tower taking pictures of us and then says, "Just so you know, I'll be showing these to the Fijian Govn't to let them decide if this is OK or not... just so you know."  And i thought, "Well FUCK YOU too asshole!"  I asked why, and if what we were doing was illegal and he said, "Oh yeah... I know a lot of people who would not be OK with this." and he took off, and went surfing.

Black Magic

This made me think we might have been the first ones to camp on the tower.  But I can't believe that.  But I guess we could have been realizing the place was open to the public now.  (I'll just go ahead and claim it here then: First to camp out in the Cloudbreak judge tower... P and I, all time sessions.)  I thought the guy really handled the situation wrong... which really got under my skin.  He could have just told us we were trespassing and told us to leave.  We would have graciously apologized, thanked him for the epic waves and closed up shop. But taking pictures and a Govn't threat?  What a dick!  We're just a couple of surfers looking to get some good waves and happened to be camping out among piles off bird shit on some collapsing tower in the middle of the ocean a mile from the nearest land of any kind.  Give us a little credit for trying.  A little later we watched as Mr. Photo was rushed back to Tavarua island on a boat after puncturing a lung either on his board or the reef.  Wonder how he's doing.

I can understand why the Tavarua crew might be a little bitter about all these new people coming to surf "their waves", but deep down do they really think they have the right to "own" a wave that breaks in the ocean???  I have trouble believing they do.  My advice to them, is to appreciate the private access and the mind blowing empty waves they have had over the last several decades, suck it up and deal with it like every surf camp in the world that has access to the same waves as the general public do.  You have had your time with it... now you're gonna have to learn to share... I know, life just isn't fair sometimes. And if you don't want people living on that tower, either blow it up or simply put a "No Trespassing" sign on it.  It's that easy.  Or build a floating surf camp out there and rake it in.

It was soon time for us to meet our boat guy to take us back to Nola.  We packed up the gear into the dingy and tried to start the engine but it didn't work so we drifted over the reef waiting for our ride.  Sun shining, waves pumping, each of us with a grin reaching ear to ear.... Those were The Magical Birdcage Sessions.

Fiji Times


Arrive in Nadi early AM.  Abdule holding a sign with my name scribbled on it.   Abdule insists on showing me disgusting pictures on his phone in route to Marina where Sam and Simon are waiting for me on Mothership Nola. XXX rated porn of him screwing the biggest most rancid woman I have ever seen.  It's way to early for this shit.  Hop on Nola and head straight to check surf at Cloudbreak.  Blown out and small.  Head to Musket Cove for the night. Drink beer.  Sail North up the Yasawa Island group over next several days.  Awesome anchorages.  Aqua blue waters.  Catch lots of fresh fresh.  Eat good.  Read lots of books.  "Slash" is pretty entertaining.  Rekindle love for Guns and Roses.  Refreshing thunder storms almost every night.  Easy living.  Love sailing.  Love boat life.  Guitar lessons going reasonable well.  Must be careful to avoid driving rest of crew nuts with beer fueled guitar playing attempts.
Nola somewhere in the Yasawas

Finally get first surf off Namotu.  Small but good to be paddling around.  Get smashed in Denarau Harbor. Waaaay too many beers and tequila shots at the Hard Rock.  Waitresses pour fake tequila shots for themselves... shame shame.  Simon heads back to NZ with drunken tattoo of "I Love Nola" on chest drawn by his loving son.  Wongie and I head out to surf.  Anchor off Namotu.  Rise early and head to Cloudbreak.  Sip coffee as we pull up to glassy overhead sets reeling down the reef.  Giggle like little girls as we anchor.  19 guys out.... 10 guys out... 5 guys out... Wongie and I are left alone.  WTF?  Giggle like even littler girls as we get wind-free lefts at world class break to ourselves. Loving life.  Surfed out.

Wongie with a nice Wahoo... packed out the freezer with this one!

Head back to Denarau Harbor.  Afternoon squall comes in. 15 knots winds... 25 knots.... 32 knots.  Cold rain pelting skin.  Get into harbor.  Me behind the wheel, Wongie on Anchor.  Face Nola into wind and slow to drop anchor.  Put engine in neutral.  Start swinging to side in the wind... try to go into gear again to straighten out... SHIT!  Gears not engaging.  Getting blown sideways.  2 boats behind us about to get smashed by our steel hull.  "Wongie it's not going into Gear!!!"  "WHAT???"  Wongie runs into cockpit to make sure I'm not just an idiot, I run up to bow and drop anchor. Circus sideshow. Shallow mud is holding... thank you! thank you! thank you!  Another few seconds and we would have been explaining to boat owners why their boat is sitting at the bottom of Denarau Harbor.  Storm clears.  Nola is sitting pretty.

Uuuug ug ug ug ug.  Nola tied down for Cyclone.

Mechanic says our Velvet Drive transmission is fucked.  Might have another available somewhere in Fiji.  Not the case.  Has to be shipped from NZ.  Takes it out.  Tows us into a slip. Stuck in gross harbor for weeks.  Get very feverish.  Drink lots of beer.  Lose mind.  Practice guitar.  Decide to sand and paint Nolas rust spots on deck.  Use multiple "Rust and Stain Remover", "Magic-Turn-Rust-Into-Primer" and "Road Paint" products all together.  Add a few blue racing stripes. Looks good. Job well done.  She looks like a new boat!  Rains that night.  Rust stains come back as gross purple color.  And several gummy spots that dont dry.  Damn it.  LESSON LEARNED: Always do a small test area before mixing several weird chemicals together.  Sorry Nola.


Panapa, Jo and Arunny fly in from NZ for 3 weeks to join us on Nola.  Many false hopes of new tranny getting installed the next Monday... next Wednesday... Friday.. Monday.... entire crew losing minds.  Alcohol. Cyclone supposed to hit.  Lots of wind and rain.  Shit weather. Doesn't hit Fiji. Hire village boat to take us out to find waves as much as possible.  Score really good ones.  See: "The Magical Birdcage Sessions" post above.


Finally get new drive installed!  Start up engine... still no worky.  WTF?  Throttle cable was frayed and had finally snapped.... weeks in harbor and many thousands of dollars did not need to be spent on new drive after all.... just a new $5 throttle cable.  Bad mechanic... bad!  Lots of explaining to do to mechanic boss man.  LESSON LEARNED: Troubleshoot several reasons why something might not be working.

Spend last few days sailing around.  Surfing. Drinking.  Eating.  Laughing. Get into slip in Vudi Point and pack down Nola for the Cyclone season.  Panapa and I left alone to drink Ouzo and play chess.  Leave early am.  P's boardbag slides into harbor just before leaving in taxi. Laughing. P's goes off to meet locals and hopefully ended up in some strange village getting loaded off Kava all night. I board plane for Sydney!  Bye bye.

10.31.2010

New Commission

Untitled, 12.5" x 12.5", Acrylic and Mixed on Panel, Erik Abel 2010

10.30.2010

FLUIR Magazine Feature :: Oct 2010 Issue

Just got a hefty envelope in the mail today and it turned out to be a few copies of this months issue of FLUIR, a top Brazilian surf rag.  I was asked to contribute a few images for this issues artist section.  Stoked...


10.27.2010

A worthy way to die...


As a surfer, hearing about a deadly shark attack (Last week on the Central Coast) strikes a certain chord in my soul.  No surfer alive hasn't been spooked at the thought of being fish food at one time or another. 

During my years exploring the Oregon coast, I came to the conclusion that being attacked by a shark is a worthy way to die.  Maybe it was just a way to reassure myself on those freezing, grey, murky days when I was wishing there was just one other person in the line-up to give me at least a 50% chance of not being dinner for Jaws. Or maybe I was on to something.  Being eaten by one of natures most evolved and powerful predators should be an honor.  Sure, you'd probably shit your wetsuit, scream like a 10 year old girl and go into shock before you knew what happened, but it sure beats having some knucklehead swerve into you head-on while he's sending some lame text to his girlfriend.  Or having a bus run you over while enjoying a stroll with your morning coffee.  Or even getting hit in the head by your board and drowning.

I'd rather come face to face with Mr. White and go down fighting in a pool of my own blood than die in some drunken trip down a stairwell any day.  It's the ultimate way to go for someone who uses the ocean to fulfill their passion.  I think it's a fair trade.  There's nothing wrong with dying while doing what you love.  The lifestyle of surfing is worth the risk... it's worth dying for.  So when I hear of a surfer dying in a shark attack, I think they should be honored as a sacrifice to the surf gods.

10.10.2010

The Dark Side of The Lens

Whoa!  Amazing visuals and inspiring words...

10.09.2010

Words of Wisdom:

"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts.  Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime."  -Mark Twain

10.04.2010

Sailing Fiji, Vanuatu and into the unknown

 

Plans made.  Flight purchased.  Butterflies in the stomach.  Excitement in the air.  I'm off to join the Nola for another South Pacific surfing/sailing voyage!  Length of journey and final destination unknown.  The feeling I have right now is as good as it gets... this is what gets me amped, this shit right here, making big life-altering decisions in the blink of an eye, just going for it!  Life is getting shorter every day, gotta take advantage of the time left.


A tattoo on my shin says: Abenteuerlust, which, in German, means spirit of adventure, similar to the more common term: Wanderlust, the urge or desire to wander.

This ideology has got it's roots firmly planted in my mind.  I have trouble staying in any one place for long periods of time.  Unsettled restlessness.  My soul needs to see new things, meet new people, just experience newness... and there's a calling for me to be somewhere other than the place I ever am, but at the same time I crave security, organization and a place to call home where I can put down roots.  I enjoy feeling settled... for a while, then I get the itch.  There's always an internal conflict going on.  It's a vicious but enlightening cycle of madness.  The little Devil on one shoulder is yelling at me, saying screw it and go, move, travel, seek, explore, fly by the seat of your pants and create the adventure of your life and never look back.  The little Angel on the other is whispering things about keeping momentum in my career, planning ahead, getting in a comfortable routine and settling down in one spot for more than 6 months.  It's way more fun to listen to the little Devil but as with all things in life, I have realized there has to be a balance.  A Yin and a Yang.  So, I figure I might as well go party with the Devil for a while until the Angel speaks up a bit louder.  But then again... is the Devil really the Angel?


And with a little irony, I leave to join the Nola on the exact same day, one year ago, where I stepped foot back onto good ol' New Zealand soil after being stuck at sea for 20 days in The Crossing from Hell.  And as I write this, a year ago, I was probably saying goodbye to Nola and her crew in Tonga for what I thought might be the last time as I boarded the French vessel bound for NZ.  But... life is full of pleasant surprises.  Nola (and Cloud Break) here I come!!!

9.22.2010

CABO SAN LUCAS - Dirty 30 Sanchez!

I sure hope this won't be my last post.  Tomorrow morning a giant posse will board multiple aircraft bound for Cabo San Lucas, Mexico to celebrate three 30th birthdays(Mine included... shit!) and one 31st (Ol' Man Baldwin) during the following 7 days.  I'm scared.  14 or 15 of us all in one little Mexican town with bottomless tequila and swim-up bars, not the best combo. One friend finally decided to come just because he said he couldn't miss my 30th birthday and my death all at the same time. Hmmm... wish me luck, things are pretty much guaranteed to get weird.

And you may ask who the hell is El Miguel?  El Miguel is our mascot/tour guide for the following week of madness.  A drunk and blind Tequila worm, his family brutally murdered and himself left to drown in the bottom of a bottle of Tequila, luckily he was able to drink his way out of it and survive, but it left him with a crazy spiral eye that casts a curse on all those who dare to flip up his patch and stare into it. People have been known to get excruciating headaches from this curse, others have ended up naked in strange places with strange naked people. Go figure.

Aedion Aesthetic kingpin Kevin McNally was able to chat with El Miguel over the phone the other day, here's a partial interview: (The talk ended abruptly when a disagreement broke out between El Miguel and some spike haired, frosted tip, Abercrombie & Fitch wearing spring breakers over a bar tab, sources tell us El Miguel shot all 9 of them on the spot)

KM:
El Miguel, what would you say to the rumors that the tequila worm, is nothing more than a myth.

El Miguel: (In a very Raspy Mexican Accent)
I would say, do I look like a Myth!?! Look at me here, I sit, my eye burned out by fat drunken frat boy in Cancun... Spring break 2007... the last day I see. Removed from my family in Oaxaca and bottled to be sold. You want to talk about a myth. Lets talk about the Female orgasm... now that's a MYTH.

KM:
How old were you when you were taken?

El Miguel:
I must have been 7 or 8 weeks, that's like 27 in human years. They came through our village... pulled up our houses. I tried hard to bit them, but they took me away. Mi familia, I have not seen since. Now I have pistola, and when I find the men who took me. I will find my revenge.

KM:
Where is your family now.

El Miguel:
I do not know. My wife and daughters were most likely killed by Cuervo's Men, however I hope my son lives on.

KM:
You mentioned to me earlier that he had an unusual name and said there was a story behind it?
 

El Miguel:
Yes, yes he was born on the day of Black, the day Johnny Cash died. So in honor of Senior Cash I named him... [long pause].... Que? What the hell this??  They what? Put drinks on MY tab??? PUTOS... [several gun shots, dial tone]

-End of Interview-



9.15.2010

Words of Wisdom:

"You didn’t come into this world. You came out of it, like a wave from the ocean. You are not a stranger here." -Alan Watts

9.12.2010

Last Ride Illustration :: Surfing Magazine :: Oct 2010

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Recently did an illustration for Surfing Magazines Last Ride section, October issue.  It's for a little story about the gulf oil spill.  Glad that disgusting thing isn't leaking anymore.  And a thanks to Scott Chenoweth for the art direction.

8.27.2010

Words of Wisdom:

"Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe."- Anatole France

I have a feeling I'll be going for another wander very soon... feet are getting a mean itch.  I gotta go......

8.20.2010

The Studio


studio |'st(y)oōdēˌō|
noun ( pl. -os)

1. a room where an artist, photographer, sculptor, etc., works.
    • a place where performers, esp. dancers, practice and exercise.
    • a room where musical or sound recordings can be made.
    • a room from which television or radio programs are broadcast,
      or in which they are recorded.
    • a place where movies are made or produced.

ORIGIN early 19th cent.: from Italian, from Latin studium (see study ).

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Studios are just rooms that crave creativity.  I love coming into the studio and looking at the chaos and aftermath of having days and days of pure inspiration. The times when I'm too busy to organize or care.  New paint drips and splatters on tools and tables, pencil shavings, paper scraps, old dried coffee in a cup, saw dust, empty beer bottles, dog-eared magazines, little sketches on random papers, pieces of wood recording the trials of new techniques, and works in progress that will never be anything more than that.  Love it!

8.16.2010

Overpopulated


Snapping this shot as I flew into LA this morning, I couldn't help but shake my head in disgust.  There are way too many of us here.  There was a new show, Powering the Future, on the tube the other day.  I was shocked to hear that over 200,000 people are added to this planet EVERY SINGLE DAY.  That's factoring in all the deaths in the world too. Something like 350,000 people are born everyday and 150,000 people die.  We are adding 1,000,000 people to the earth every 5 days!  That is fucking disgusting!  What in the hell are we doing??  We can't even take care of all the ones that are already here and we seem to think it's OK to just keep adding more?   I'm getting neutered!

8.09.2010

Show Opening Pictures

Here's a few shots from the opening last Saturday. Thanks to everybody who came out! The show will be up through September 1st so go check it out if you're in the area. All the paintings are on my website HERE. Contact the gallery for availability if your are interested in buying.

50 mixed media prints, 8x10in each.






Beachworks work

Artwork hanging behind the cash reg in the new SD Shop


Been doing some design work for Beachworks Shops over the last few months. Made some paintings for their new shop that opened in San Diego and laid out a few of their ads for Blisss Magazine. The last ad was definitely Indo inspired, I added a little sketch of the Hindu protective spirit, Barong, and used one of my photos of a secret right in Sumatra that was going off... we got this all to ourselves... just laughing the whole ride home!

My interview with: Liquid Salt Magazine

I did an interview with the good folks at Liquid Salt. Read it HERE.

8.06.2010

One-of-a-kind, mIxed media prints...


Here's a little sample of some of the 50, 8x10, one-of-a-kind, mixed media prints that will be on display at my show Saturday. They are just $20 each and they fit any standard 8x10 frame. I had a lot of fun making these, just experimenting with block print stamps, colored pencil and other media. And they are finished off with a nice matte clear coat for protection. Your walls are in need of some of these, come down and grab a few...

8.01.2010

The new one-piece wood frames...

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I'm really stoked on how these came out: One-piece wood frames, CNC machined (Special thanks to the crew at Signal Snowboards for that) out of 3/4 Birch ply, black edges, stained and topped with a smooth satin finish, just delicious! The art is painted on wood panel and counter sunk into the back. They were a lot of work to make, but well worth it. What do you think?

This piece will be up at the show next week..."The Fluid That Binds Us"

7.29.2010

Sneek peek at some work for the show...

Here's 4 of the large pieces that will be up at my solo show, "The Fluid That Binds Us" opening August 7th in Costa Mesa.

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24"x40"

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24"x40"

7.07.2010

Art for 21st Annual Waterman's Ball



These 2 new pieces will be up for auction at the 21st Annual Waterman's Ball down in Laguna Niguel, CA July 8-9. This prestigious event/auction benefits numerous ocean-environmental organizations.

6.14.2010

"The Fluid That Binds Us" A solo show


Been hard at work on my next solo show opening Saturday, August 7th at the Surfing Heritage Foundation Gallery in Costa Mesa titled "The Fluid That Binds Us". Details on the show coming soon. The above is a little sample of one of the 50+ one-of-a-kind prints I will be making for the show along with several new paintings and a groovy new framing system I've got in the works. It's gonna be a good one, I promise. Mark those calendars right now!

Words of Wisdom:

Damn, this one hit me like a ton of bricks...

"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you learn to appreciate them when they're right. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself... and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together." - Marilyn Monroe

6.13.2010

Photographer: Dave Collyer

During one of the best days of my Indo trip, I noticed a guy bobbing around in the impact zone with a camera... turns out it was Dave Collyer, this guy is an Indo veteran photographer, he gets hired to shoot on trips the world over... and his portfolio shows why. Check him out. He also gave me a nice little plug on his blog. Thanks Dave!

Although he wasn't there to take pictures of me, he managed to snag a few that came out pretty cool... damn this was a fun day!



Photos: Dave Collyer