Hendrix

Possibly one of the best photos ever?

Moonlight Sonata

Good friend Kyle Cabano and I took a short trip up Signal Hill this weekend to see the full moon rising. We had the most prime view, from the roof of an old army bunker, of the creeping over the tree tops in all its glory. Here is a little snap shot of the view we had. I must say pretty damn epic it was!

Winter Winds

Wondering around, unaffected by the winter winds.

Surf & Turf, Moketsi Styles

This passed weekend, good mates Kyle, Malcolm and myself embarked in search of waves, illegal crayfish and good times. We encountered more turf than surf but never the less the trip was epic. We did not score the waves we were hoping but the rest of the unexpected adventures really made up for it! I really cannot wait for the next trip. Here are some photos of the good times! I am also going to put up a small lifestyle edit. See more at Vivalaboogie...

To the Sea

Tomorrow morning at 9 am sharp myself and two mates will be heading west, into the wild we go. We are heading in search of some waves, illegal crayfish and good times. Here's to a successful trip.

Warrior

Today saw the Memorial Paddle Out for David Lilienfeld. It was a very sad, emotional, heart wrenching experience, but was very necessary as it has started the road to closure for many! My thoughts go out to Gustav and their dad! Dave you will be sorely missed but will live on through the memories that you have shared with all of us! Rest In Peace.

Surf Trips

What do they really mean? For a second one can disappear, being away and out of touch from the reality. To me it is not even about the waves, it is not about the swells and it is not about the surfing. Sure they play a big role in the trips but personally it is about the moments of the trip. It is the time one spends away, the phase that one spends with friends, the memories that are made and the epic adventure that is had. It is about those times that you can look back on; and be able to be happy, content and blissful. It is an escape from the day-to-day hustle that one is involved in. some of my fondest holiday memories have been spending time up the West Coast, not always scoring waves but always scoring the best times. I wish I could pack up my bags and head. I miss that place and I long to return! This photo is of the beast we took on a trip in 2010, not the best waves, not the best weather but some of the best memories.