Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
VW FLOWER POWER
JULY 28, 2012
Our 1947 VW wreck..bought it with my friend jon zebedee for $75.00 when we lived in the Virgin Islands..cut most of the rust off which didn't leave much of the bus...usually had palm fronds as a roof in the back part of the bus...leftover paint for the psychodelic paint job...that's me sitting up on the front roof checking out the break at salt river...one of the local guys that worked at the only gas station on the island drinking with us (we were working painting the cruzan rum factory and traded rum for gas)...good times...
Friday, July 27, 2012
STACK OF SINGLE FINS 2
JULY 27, 2012
Johnny Pollard (a/k/a "springs") had a great mom...she let him/us use her newish Rambler stationwagon for surf trips...Believe it or not, there was a guy for each of the boards sticking out of the Rambler..and somehow we all fit in the car for the trip to the beach...sometimes the trip was a short one to a favorite break in Miami...on the weekends we would drive up to Cocoa Beach...or Ft. Pierce...or Sebastian Inlet..this was back in 1963...we would pick up deposit bottles along the road to help pay for gas....4 or 5 deposit bottles would buy a gallon of gas...
Thursday, July 26, 2012
STACK OF SINGLE FINS
JULY 26, 2012
.....Virgin Islands circa 1969 (st. croix-by-the-sea)...the boys out of the water for a change..(that's me on the top right...Mac next to me...Frank Pearson and Doug McKibbin on the outside...and Zeb and a friend inside the circle....
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Saturday, July 21, 2012
BIG SUR
Garrapata Creek, Big Sur circa 1975
Friday, July 20, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
BALANCE
JULY 16, 2012
A QUOTE FROM STERLING HAYDEN'S BOOK, WANDERER
To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea... "cruising" it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.
"I've always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can't afford it." What these men can't afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of "security." And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all - in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?
A QUOTE FROM STERLING HAYDEN'S BOOK, WANDERER
To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea... "cruising" it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.
"I've always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can't afford it." What these men can't afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of "security." And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all - in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
POWER
JULY 12, 2012
mahalo to shawn stussy for motivating me to begin this blog.....our neighbor "fence talk" while shawn was on kauai was well received and shawn's enthusiasm for his blog was contagious....i pretty much followed shawn's format...but the rest is my ride....bob polli
mahalo to shawn stussy for motivating me to begin this blog.....our neighbor "fence talk" while shawn was on kauai was well received and shawn's enthusiasm for his blog was contagious....i pretty much followed shawn's format...but the rest is my ride....bob polli
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