Thanks to my friend Allen at Ohm Sweet Ohm, who introduced me to the Phototropedelic app that brings a 60s color to images. Thanks to my lovely daughter-in-law and my grand daughter Violet Mae for posing. And thanks to my son Matthew for taking this first shot after Violet’s birth.
Violet Mae was born on Tuesday. I am a very proud grandfather. To support my son and daughter-in-law, I am taking care of their dog Zeus. Today Zeus and I went to the beach. The ocean was large, the sand was dark, and we found lines. We found angles. We didn’t have to move a thing. We just watched and shot. Mother nature was most accommodating. And our lead off shot, shows the soft lines and natural angles of an angel.
driftwood and Zeus Dog
Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Lines and Angles
The daily prompt is for the Key Takeaway, but Takeoff, a surf term describing the moment of catching a wave, whether on surf board or SUP, is what you may want your blog to do.
If I could only make one suggestion, take the Blogging 101 class. For one it will engage you with the community. Your blog will blossom under the guidance of those who know and you’ll build a community by simply taking the class. If you’ve already taken Blogging 101 then take Blogging 201 Branding and Growth and blast your blog forward fast.
But if you don’t have time for these classes, which pay hearty dividends right out of the gate, then get involved in events, and comment on those who participate.
And if you don’t have time for events, then spend 10 minutes a day, ten measly minutes, and just write what’s on your mind. Here’s a video from Blogging 201 by Andrea Badgley, who got way busy with work but found ten minutes a day and it worked. You can watch it here.
If you don’t have ten minutes a day, then I’m sure you’ll do the best that you can.
SUP Days are better than others, and this afternoon I may just SUP, but in the mean time, here are some coastal black and whites that start with the letter S.
Clockwise from upper left, Sandy Steps, Skimboarding, Surfing, Seagulls, & SUP Surfing
I found the most beautiful Brown Pelican yesterday. It was posing patiently in front of the Chit Chat Cafe at the base of the Pacifica Pier. I’d gone there to scope out the storm damage. Sure enough, a chuck of the sidewalk was missing. The waves blasted rock through the sea wall and sucked out the material under the sidewalk, which promptly collapsed. Our public works group was jolly on the spot.
I posted the Pelican on Facebook and got a comment that this bird was famous. It had it’s own web site. It’s a rehabilitated bird banded K-15. I reported it this morning. Hope to see it again. Such a stunning sight.
If you see K-15 or any blue-banded bird please report here.
Remember New Brighton? We’ve had so much fun there, but that was in summer with warm water and small surf.
Yesterday the surf was unruly up and down my coast, but there were hints that it might settle down in the afternoon. It was a play day and my gills were dry so I gathered my gear and hit the road. Every beach had monster waves, but I was not going to any beach, I was going to the one that might be small enough for me.
Santa Cruz was on fire with wild waves from the west side to Capitola. When I arrived at New Brighton the tide was low, and there were no fewer than 40 surfers riding smallish fast waves, with not A SUP in sight.
(SUP is an abbreviation for Stand Up Paddleboard.)
So I waited until the tide started to rise, and watched the surfers leave one by one until it was my size, and uncrowded. I caught a couple of waves and had plenty of paddling. Good thing too, since the storm is back today with heavy wind, strong surf, and sideways rain.
My mom was partial to Lighthouses. Whenever I see one I feel her looking over my shoulder. These are all within a few miles of my home. I can’t see them from here, but I do see light from the Farallon Island lighthouse from time to time.
My mom was afraid of the pier. It was tall and could carry us way past the breakers where fishermen tossed their lines far into the sea. From below, surfers yelled at each other and rode crashing waves toward the pilings all crusted with barnacles, star fish and bits of fiberglass from the mistimed maneuver. When the waves hit the piles the pier shook like the ocean had some hold on it. But the pier was sturdy and wide with lean white buildings sporting shiny glass windows where life guards kept watch over their flocks. The bait shop had red licorice on racks and anchovies in tanks. They flashed streaks of silver when we bumped the tub with our hips. The bait man’s tiny furry eyes did not want us messing with his fish.
Past the bait shop my mom would not venture. It was over water and there were hooks on the pavement, old men smoking, and kids casting for the first time. It was deliciously dangerous. But it was years before we could go it alone.
The afternoon beach was tuna sandwiches with sweet pickle, wrapped in crunchy waxed paper, cool crisp grapes and soft juicy plums, plus a bag or two of Fritos. The air was thick with salt spray and Coppertone.
Our cabin, the Mackerel, was tropical paradise on the outside. A patio with hand-made wooden chairs, was shaded by dry palm branches. Inside it was creaky plywood floors, painted some kind of brown, peeling from weather, and always coated with sand. Mother moaned of bugs crawling along the Formica counter, pale blue like her eyes. Hot skillet stains could not be cleaned, but it only bothered her. I saw none of this; only a room with the sound of the ocean, right across the street. Every day held the promise of another day at the beach.
While getting our tickets for a fast train to Provence we spent a bit of time wandering the Gare de Lyon station in Paris. I shot this as a panorama then played with it in Snapseed as the French countryside flew by at 300 k/h.
We have surf right in front of our world famous Taco Bell. It might be the only Taco Bell on the planet built on the beach. It has stunning views, and at high tide, during a large swell, the surf might flow under the building. But let’s discuss soft top boards, not soft shell tacos.
I saw this guy heading out to surf with a soft top board, like those pictured above, but his was white with blue stripes. Soft tops are the board of choice for most surf schools, since they soften the inevitable fall. I assumed, therefore, that the guy was a beginner.
During the next half hour I put my new camera through its paces. This is the camera that got drenched during my close encounter with large waves at the pier this past Thursday. It seems to be functioning quite well.
There were close ups of gulls posing beside the terminus of San Pedro Valley Creek and surf scoters gliding effortlessly over the low tide swell. The guy on the white and blue board, who was hardly a beginner, gave me a handfull of fun waves.