Faces I

Faces I, a photo by sir jeenyus on Flickr.

Oh, the glorious days of summer. There's nothing better than a Saturday afternoon at the beach, especially when it's hot, and ESPECIALLY when there's waves breaking. This summer gave us a lot of decent surf (not as good as last summers...) as well as some gnarly shore break which begged to be surfed using your body. I can safely say that I never body surfed as much as I did this summer, nor did I ever enjoy it as much. So many days, it was just perfect conditions for it in the swim zone. Waist deep with 3 foot breakers; big to duck under and even bigger to drop in on. I have to say that I had more fun body surfing than I did regular surfing (blasphemous!). I did some research online and came across a nifty little creation: the handplane. Basically, a miniature surfboard for your hand. After that peaked my curiosity, I decided to go ahead and build my own. I didn't know what to expect, but the first wave I caught with one, I was instantly hooked. I only discovered these in late summer (after this picture was taken), but I built as many as I could, as tried to get as many people hooked as possible. So many stoke-filled sessions were had with the new handplanes, and it really made the summer worthwhile, at least surfing wise. If you've never tried it, do it. You will never regret the feeling it gives one.

Recently, I started making them myself to sell. If you're interested on buying a tool that is the best kept secret for ocean enjoyment, then simply copy and paste this link, and boom, you're set. Handmade by me, with care, for you.
http://www.etsy.com/listing/83961482/body-surfing-hand-plane

Shot with a Lomography Fisheye in the Submarine housing, using expired Fuji News Pro 100, cross processed.

Untitled

Untitled, a photo by sir jeenyus on Flickr.

It's been a really long time since I posted anything on this blog. I don't know what the delay was really. Definitely just my laziness. Nothing really good has happened in the past months that's gotten me out of a deep rut that I've been in for good. It's at a point where I don't know if I can ever recover from what happened. Things just seem to get worse and worse; something that I didn't think was possible. I know they say 'things have to get worse before they can get better.' If I'm not at the worst yet, I really don't want to know what that is.

On a lighter note, on August 13th, my friends Ryan, Joe and I rode our bikes out to Montauk Point from our houses in Lindenhurst, a 100 mile journey that took us 12 hours and 23 minutes (timed pretty accurately). It was a ridiculous experience, which I promise to post a full story on in the near future (there's a word document that keeps getting added too as I remember more and more). It was the first I REALLY got to experience eastern Long Island, and it made me fall in love with the place. After our perilous journey, we bunked at my friend Kelly's house (life saver!) and rested our weary legs. The next day, we wanted to go see the light house, even if it was raining like crazy. After a good breakfast, we navigated cross some pretty risky rocks to stare out at the Atlantic for a while. This is Joe, who rode his mom's bike the entire way. His bike was stuck in 1st gear for the journey. Kudos. Shot on a Pentax K-1000 with expired Fuji News Pro, then cross processed.