Category Archives: Surf

Where the Heart is Fickle

 “When I was fifteen,” Miss Saeki says with a smile, “all I wanted was to go off to some other world, a place beyond anybody’s reach. A place beyond the flow of time.”     “But there’s not a place like

Where the Heart is Fickle

 “When I was fifteen,” Miss Saeki says with a smile, “all I wanted was to go off to some other world, a place beyond anybody’s reach. A place beyond the flow of time.”     “But there’s not a place like

Lessons From the Sea and Embracing Fear

This winter my family and I enjoyed the holidays on Oahu. On Christmas Eve, while my mother and David roasted cornish hens, my sister and I went on an evening mission to snag fresh basil  from the bartenders at Surfer Bar.

Lessons From the Sea and Embracing Fear

This winter my family and I enjoyed the holidays on Oahu. On Christmas Eve, while my mother and David roasted cornish hens, my sister and I went on an evening mission to snag fresh basil  from the bartenders at Surfer Bar.

Bittersweet Goodbyes

Four months, 400 hours of audio books, and a condo renovation later, I have completed Playa Maderas. During the beginning stages of this painting process, I completed The Wheel of Time fantasy series. I had followed 8 characters through 400+ hours

Bittersweet Goodbyes

Four months, 400 hours of audio books, and a condo renovation later, I have completed Playa Maderas. During the beginning stages of this painting process, I completed The Wheel of Time fantasy series. I had followed 8 characters through 400+ hours

Process

I’ve been back in the states almost 2 months since Nica. I can’t stop thinking about those consistent, beautiful, waves. When I run/swim, I loose myself in day dreams of Playa Maderas. The memory extends my strides. I feel strong.

Process

I’ve been back in the states almost 2 months since Nica. I can’t stop thinking about those consistent, beautiful, waves. When I run/swim, I loose myself in day dreams of Playa Maderas. The memory extends my strides. I feel strong.

Maderas, Nicaragua (Pt. II)

Lindsey got in late that Sunday evening.  With my pal in town, we hopped on the back of a “shuttle,” (a pick-up with benches) and headed down to San Juan. 3 hours later, the 4 x 4 block town had

Maderas, Nicaragua (Pt. II)

Lindsey got in late that Sunday evening.  With my pal in town, we hopped on the back of a “shuttle,” (a pick-up with benches) and headed down to San Juan. 3 hours later, the 4 x 4 block town had

Maderas, Nicaragua

I started my adventure finding my passport was to expire 8 days before my departure. Below are my passport photos: On the left, waning out of my ape-shit rebel years; I look like young half asian man preparing for Uruguay. On

Maderas, Nicaragua

I started my adventure finding my passport was to expire 8 days before my departure. Below are my passport photos: On the left, waning out of my ape-shit rebel years; I look like young half asian man preparing for Uruguay. On

Bicycle Adventure to Surfside!

About a year ago, David and I did a 50 mile ride to one of the most beautiful and pristine beaches in the United States. 3 days ago, we completed a 63 mile journey to one of the most industrialized

Bicycle Adventure to Surfside!

About a year ago, David and I did a 50 mile ride to one of the most beautiful and pristine beaches in the United States. 3 days ago, we completed a 63 mile journey to one of the most industrialized

Gallery M2 (squared)

On our way back from N.Shore, I got a phone call from an art gallery in Houston. The night before I left I was cleaning up my work area and found a business card on my easel. It was regarding

Gallery M2 (squared)

On our way back from N.Shore, I got a phone call from an art gallery in Houston. The night before I left I was cleaning up my work area and found a business card on my easel. It was regarding

An awesome visit back home…

The airplane landed late Friday afternoon. I picked up some food and sat at Diamond Head in the rain looking out at Cliffs; the break where I first learned to surf. I left Houston with the intent of blogging my

An awesome visit back home…

The airplane landed late Friday afternoon. I picked up some food and sat at Diamond Head in the rain looking out at Cliffs; the break where I first learned to surf. I left Houston with the intent of blogging my

Surfside Sunday

A gray and gloomy day. David and I had been checking the buoy’s for weeks. The prospect of an hour long trip into unknown conditions and icy water was less than enticing.  Packing in the rain was like an aunt pushing

Surfside Sunday

A gray and gloomy day. David and I had been checking the buoy’s for weeks. The prospect of an hour long trip into unknown conditions and icy water was less than enticing.  Packing in the rain was like an aunt pushing

Christmas

It’s not Hawaii, but it was a beautiful Christmas. My first time surfing in Tx. Super windy and cold, but with only four other people out, we were all smiling. I wonder if I’ve seen the best of Texas.

Christmas

It’s not Hawaii, but it was a beautiful Christmas. My first time surfing in Tx. Super windy and cold, but with only four other people out, we were all smiling. I wonder if I’ve seen the best of Texas.

I Surf in Houston

Since moving to Houston, I have to find ways to surf. I start with closing my eyes and hanging my toes over the edge… it’s the long stare into the  break. The deep breath before my belly skin touches the

I Surf in Houston

Since moving to Houston, I have to find ways to surf. I start with closing my eyes and hanging my toes over the edge… it’s the long stare into the  break. The deep breath before my belly skin touches the