You have to have the water love you

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all surfers are saints and the youth of today are an example to all the ages.

Paranoia

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This small man emerged from the shorey and jogged up he beach towards me, he’s in a bit of a hurry.

The Cane Toad’s Equivalent – An interlude

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How cane toads destroyed Australia and everything came to shit

See, now .. (a song of lament)

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See this ancient granite here in its forested crypt shaded for centuries by cedar and motionless stand of slender eucalypt imprinted, faintly grooved by occasional water ~ See, look you here my daughter… Continue reading →

Mark Cherry

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There is much to like here, especially the apparent ease of the ride despite its size

Sea at Dusk

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Dawn Sea

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Storm at Sea

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Runners, and lovers.

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She walked from her home

to the beach

this girl who crossed my path ~

Moments from her bed

it seemed

wearing something soft

The El-Nonchalanto or the ‘ Look at Me I’m so Calm ‘ manoeuvre.

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Young Kalle (pictured) demonstrates a classic Nonchalanto at Teahupoo – what begs the question here though is who is in the biggest danger of getting smashed, Kalle or Scott?