Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Recent Life

Some pics from the last few weeks of summertime.





Geisel Library

Studying hard or hardly studying? 





Times on Trigo

Select moments from the Trigo Trap.
More to come when I can get my hands on them..



Caught this dude napping in my bed


Stick n Poke baby


Couldn't agree more


Always a struggle..






Saturday morning smash 

Misc. Summers

The summers after high school all tend to blend together in my memory. They are like one big glob of summertime fun and boredom heaped into a set of photos.
Making cairns at sessions

the one and only Devil Town











Sunset surf check

Japandi killin it

SF and Santa Cruz


Great trip to Nor-Cal made earlier this year, can't wait to go back.






























Ocean Beach, cant forget the boards and wetties next time






When in Santa Cruz...







Boston Mass

Made a trip to Boston at the end of summer 2012. Was having to much fun to take a decent amount of pics. Heres a few of what I came back with.

Frat Life





Death Valley

Spring Break of 2012 was spent in Death Valley. Living like outlaws for a few days was a real pleasure.

Update (June 20th, 2017):

I recently had two weeks off of school between Step 1 and the start of rotations. With a couple of free days post-Step in LA, I traveled down to Stories in Echo Park to find something light and poetic and esoteric to read to keep my mind off of the test. I picked up Visions from San Francisco Bay by Czeslaw Milosz, mostly because of the beautiful drawing on the cover of SF in all its glory from the viewpoint of the East Bay. I love stories about the places I love, especially from "back in the day."

On the beach in Varadero, Cuba, I finally found the time and place to crack it open. Exactly what I was looking for. Esoteric and easy to enjoy and about California. One passage struck me in particular, and it is because the thought was once my own, on this very trip to Death Valley. Something, usually the only thing, I describe to people regarding this trip, was the enormous silence that rests inside Death Valley, so silent so that you feel as though you are inside a vacuum. And here within this book originally published in 1969 is written regarding Death Valley:

"A silence so mighty it reverberates with the shifting sands in the dunes, the crunch of the petrified salt underfoot, a sky without clouds or circling birds, the horizon closed in on all sides by mountain ranges the color of their own mineral deposits - verdigris, an aggressive gall, a dreary red with a touch of 'bulls blood.'"

Lovely!



Will, kickin it in the valley




Dunes for Days

Trying out some dune skimboarding