The Wind

Sitting on a small island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean I can’t help but notice the wind. As the temperatures climb, the trade winds pick up bringing with them a cooling breeze as thoughts and memories drift and shift with the symphony of the wind. Something deep...

The Swell

Lines on the horizon. Stacked in sets of twos and threes. Rolling toward shore. Young men running to the sea. Focused. Intense. Smiling. Lines on the horizon. Pounding shorebreak. Thump. Thump. Thump. Smell of board wax, taste of salt. Excitement in the air. Lines on...