Love What You Do
http://stuburnfools.blogspot.com/2012/03/hand-drawn-stuburn-fools-shirts.html
photo by j.r. watson
Photo by Dylan Lucas Gordon
my buddy and creation kindred j.r. watson is doin some free tee shirts if you are interested. This guy is Very inspirational
and you should take advantage of the shirt deal. He also has some painting for sale on his site.
Check out more of Dylan Lucas Gordon Photography at dylangordon.com
I love seeing videos like this. Makes me miss living in Waialua. The north shore community survives on individuals like this. Eric puts his heart and soul into all these boards and helps out future board shapers. I love this addition to the PROFESSIONal series. Enjoy all you surf bums.
Looks like this video was put together pre-Irene. The music
flows well with the slow shots. Good to see some east coast
waves crashing. These guys did an excellent job. Cheers guys
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Shot by Patrick Cummings and E.J. McLeavey-Fisher
Produced by Veronica Balta
Edited by E.J. McLeavey-Fisher
I used to get on Dane Reynolds blog like my life depended on it. One thing that was annoying is he would never title his blog post. He would just dable a few dots. Lazy bastard. I remember my buddy J.R. watson and I would cruise up and down the coast looking to see if we could catch this dude surfing. My only experience seeing dane was at a pizza place in Ventura, CA. Up until that point I had suspected Dane of not having time to eat. I figured he was constantly surfing every second of every single day. J.R. on the other hand, had made a cool surf video with music from local denver friends Paper Bird. So to Dane and my great friend J.R. I give you a great big SURE DUDE!
Meditation has been a fairly new experience in my life and has helped with my anxiety. First it was mildly self taught through self help books and stories I’ve heard. Being had graced with a few instructed-guided meditation in the past month. Learning more about my spirituality before hand was a much needed necessity. It had always been there, but where had it been. One excercise I was taken through started with relaxing my whole body while sitting comfortably in a chair. Think of a color, I pictured red landscapes then proceded to a yellow landscape. This setting soon turned into a rolling grain field. As I sat upon a hill leaning against a tree, I quietly observe my surroundings. The next color was violet and I watched the sun setting with blue colors and sat peaceful as the full moon perched on my left, pushing the shadows right. No planes or signs of life anywhere. The rolling hills part to form the ocean. I was to depict a setting where I felt total serenity. When I lived in waialua,HI, I remember a night I had taken an evening stroll to the beach. The full moon sat high and the sounds of the beach were so calming. I sat and reflected on my life and was taken by how the full moon bounced light water mixing with the sand. The surreal setting seemed like a dream. As I was meditating it wasn’t hard to physically feel like I was there. Aquiring this visual stage presented such a great peace of mind. Finally a spot to present my thoughts and organize the ones that I am capable of releasing . After I finished my meditation, one thing that came to mind. I treat life like a messy room and then clean it by cramming all the negative stuff into the closets. The closet fills up, breaking the door pouring out the negative aspects of my life. By trying to get rid of the past it came back messier than ever. Organizing my room seems to be a better option. I can never change the past nor deal with it, but keep it there as just a thought in the chaos of today. I’ve learned to listen through meditation.
Here is some stuff my buddy has been working on! Beachscum!
http://stuburnfools.blogspot.com/2010/09/jack-yard-back-off.html?ref=nf
One day we decided to head down to San Clemente to surf and party with
the Texas boys. We had Dan Cook Brats in the back of the truck
so we wouldn’t starve during the drive. Once we got down to San Clemente, Beachscum
Killed a 30 pack and some more beers. As we left late that night back to Ventura we forgot that
our tire was flat, and spend hours arguing and giving each other shit. I decided to drive back and made it to
Ventura in about an hour and a half.
I love my beachscum.
