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