It's a bit of a dilemma being a surfing parent. You don't want to ram surfing down your children's throats, like some sports-crazed soccer-dad, but at the same time you don't want them to miss out on the gift of waveriding that has so blessed your own way of being for so long. It takes a lot of patience & a lot of restraint. Our little man Noa just turned five years old last month. Five years of sand eating, sandcastle building, paddles in the lagoon, swimming lessons at the local pool centre, ankle-deep wavelet jumping. Finally, we have graduated to surfmat riding & he is stoked on it. I am the proudest, most grateful father in the universe. I'm really, really excited that my beloved son is just now beginning to taste the joys of a surfing life.
In between helping my mate Tim make his first alaia & reworking the concave on my own, I made a little handboard yesterday from an offcut of paulownia. It's inspired by a Danny Hess design that I found online.
Here's my handboard building assistant Noa. He was pretty enthusiastic about the whole project:
"The texture of the world, its filigree and scrollwork, means that there is the possibility for beauty here, a beauty inexhaustible in its complexity, which opens to my knock, which answers in me a call I do not remember calling, and which trains me to the wild and extravagant nature of the spirit I seek." Annie Dillard, from 'Pilgrim at Tinker Creek'
A couple of months ago I received this custom twelve footer from the hands of master craftsman Paul Joske of Valla Surfboards. It rides like a dream. I'm a very happy camper.
My friend Matt Blackman, formerly of Purplene & Ukiyoe, plays in a band called Charge Group. They make incredible music. I used one of their songs in Seaworthy. I reckon this clip is absolutely epic.
I remember this day. We were visiting my wife's family just south of Hobart in a little town called Snug. I went for a drive one afternoon for a couple of hours on my own just for a little exploration's sake. It was a lovely country drive along a winding road that hugged the curves of a lake & the undulations of small green hills. I was after just one good landscape photo & I'd keep looking for a good place to set up & shoot but the light wasn't great, & the afternoon was quickly fading into evening. Eventually I stopped at a likely little place, set the camera up on the tripod, attached the lens, filter frame & a graduated tobacco filter. A tiny break in the clouds let a little light into the world, & suddenly a little colour came into the day for a last fleeting instant. I held my breath & fired off a single frame. It was a hushed, windless, solitary moment & I was glad to be there. An instant later, the light vanished & it was almost dark & beginning to rain gently by the time I put away my gear. I knew I had the shot & I drove home happy. I love landscape photography.
Beau Young, fin tweaking in anticipation of an early morning test run. Beau's one of the most surf-fit, stoked-out, competent-on-any-equipment human beings I've ever met.
I'm looking forward to checking out this film when it comes to my local theatre later this month. Every Australian surfer should find this story compelling. Filmmaker Jolyon Hoff asked me to spread the word. Visit searchingformichaelpeterson.com.au for screenings.
I reckon Cyrus has done a great job putting this together. It's a beautiful, whimsical, joyful piece; which suits alaia riding perfectly. It's incredible witnessing how far people have come in riding alaias. It was only a few years ago that I was shooting Tom's first rough experiments. Now people are ripping on these things, doing all sorts of crazy stuff. I'm so happy to see Tom's dreams being realised. He really, really deserves it.
Ryan Heywood, lip tickling in front of the beach house, The Ruins, Wamberal, Autumn, 2005. Man, I miss those old beach house days. Boards & mates all over the lawn. Open minds & stoke & sunlight, & an arvo longbottle to wash it all down. Mmmm, good times.