13.12.14


the storm arrived...
and  despite it's ferocity
it looked like a Japanese 
brush painting

but his favourite tree came down
the one where I remember him small
and unformed
sitting high up in the branches 
watching the ships pass
on the horizon

and for that,
 I wept.

30.11.14

SLEEPING 

WITH 

ONE 

EYE

OPEN


1934- 2014


“In a field/ I am the absence/ of field,  
This is/ always the case./ Wherever I am/ 

I am what is missing,

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.
We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.





goodbye holiday...

see you next year

29.11.14

After the Thanksgiving Holiday...


a little repose


26.11.14

21.11.14

Farewell 


1931 - 2014


you left us with 

"the sound of silence"

14.11.14


it's 
the flipping weekend!



p.s.

enjoy yours

11.11.14

Goodbye Doc...

Surfer, physician, writer, father
 lover of the sea

What’s next for Doc Paskowitz? ( from Salty State :)
Next is death. And every day I prepare for that. The next step from now to “kicking out.” There are a lot of complications both physical and mental. In order for me to kick out there looms a whole scenario of people of people crying and the money for a casket my family does not have. There is all kinds of bullshit that goes on with dying.
So, I am trying to find a nice shark that will eat me. I found one at Waikiki but he wasn’t that interested in me. I saw one out in the blue water of Samoa, but I kinda chickened out. Now I am thinking if I can get to Tonga, maybe that same shark is there. And that would be magnificent just to have that shark just eat me up and that’s it! Period. Especially in an area when your children, wife, and friends are not around. And there you are – a nice end to it.

Doc Paskowitz  .  1921 - 2014

8.11.14


there she was
as I rounded the corner


what all sailors know...



( Point Reyes, California, yesterday )

31.10.14

Goodbye 

you were never afraid....

1954 - 2014

26.10.14

sunday


when you come from the sea...


12.10.14


write a letter



make a mystery



play some music


sleep in moonlight



8.10.14


surfing by the light of the moon...



6:45 A.M.

29.9.14

  London

memory

Workers for Freedom



Around 1986 I wandered into a shop on Lower John Street...
and for a short time, life became magic. 

Graham Fraser 
Richard Nott

Workers for Freedom 

( this little record is for Mark, across the pond )











25.9.14


Farewell

to the last of the inimitables...

So many anecdotes...so much life.

"Debo took refuge in quaintly odd pursuits. Another sister, Jessica (“Decca”) Mitford, described her spending “silent hours in the chicken house learning to do an exact imitation of the look of pained concentration that comes over a hen’s face when it is laying an egg, and each morning she methodically checked over and listed in a notebook the stillbirths reported in the vital statistics columns of The Times”.

 Dowager Duchess of Devonshire

31 March 1920 -24 September 2014




23.9.14


as the sun crosses 

the celestial equator



welcome autumn.

we feel almost dizzy

with your beauty


and all your delicate 

blue

arrival...

10.9.14

The only time they get up easily for school
are school days that start with 
DAWN PATROL


it's a film you can watch over and over



and at the end of the film
the film I call "Blue"


they come out happy


and school and all the world
are put right again...

4.9.14


" The Smoker  "

he's becoming my alter boy...
post surgery gifts
and thanks
to all my guardian angels for looking after me


24.8.14

They are punch drunk on happiness

we all are...

Earthquakes do this to you.

Make you happy to just be alive.


Pancakes were made

which they decided to eat in wetsuits


and there was a south swell 

causing big wave energy


and everyone ran down the hill 

whooping like Indians

and things felt technicolour and alive

and special