Girl with puppies, downtown Victoria. I got to pet the puppies.
Gotta love when a surfboard shows some sings of actually having been used; so sick of seeing unwaxed boards propping as bedroom decorations. It’s a plank, get over it, or wax that puppy up and get to shredding, in the ocean. Don’t front.
My boards usually have six to ten months of crusty, nasty wax build up, so much so that they mostly live in the garage and definitely don’t make it into photos that often. So yeah, if you actually surf a lot, your boards end up looking like shit, and you’d rarely bother photographing such purely functional objects.
This little scene gives some indication that the kid actually shreds, but I’m still inclined to believe that taking photos of surfboards in ‘designy’ settings is straight kook behaviour.
I gotta dip my cable-knit sweater and go boating.
Ready to shred. Next stop Tuff City (for the sunset session). First though there’s some lake swimming that needs to happen.
GPOYW. Chilling at work with a little “light” reading.
Today I had a fantastic Moksha class at noon, then rode scooters and made lunch; I invented a new salad, fresh strawberries and arugula with a little olive oil and coarse salt. It was perfect when paired with a spicy meatloaf crisped in the pan: sweet and salty.
After lunch we sat on the beach and read books while tanning, then had superlative coffee at Bubbie’s in Cook St village.
Now I’m at work. Work is fine after an afternoon like that, and I’ve got some decent authors to keep me company.
Max and Kaeli yesterday in front of Habit (800 Yates).
Yesterday was pretty great too.
If I were going to buy a Ferrari tomorrow it’d be a 328.
Remember that red one I saw in front of the Penny Farthing last week? Yea.