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April
5, 2009
"Palm Sunday" So was this swell windy enough for you? Damn it was gusting all day and night on Saturday. It's hard to believe that the swell had anything left on Sunday. But it did. Albeit it was not nearly the size as it was the day before. But there was still something. But Saturday? Whoa she was blowing to beat the band. Wait did I just write that? You all know what I'm talking about. It was gusting 30 plus knots throughout the whole day. But that swell had enough volume to push through the line of defense, and make it to our shorelines, where we lucky SOB's were there to meet it. And lucky we were. Now, I don't know about you guys but, is it my imagination, or did we suddenly luck into a weekly swell pattern? And did this swell pattern happen the exact week I launched my new site? Hey, I'm not trying to take credit for something that I obliviously had no real part in doing but...OK, so maybe I am. Maybe my new site, is the reason we've been having all this great surf. So what can we do for me? Ahhh shucks, there's nothing I want...BULLSHIT! There is something I want. I want what you all want. I want to be able to catch more waves. So how does that affect you? How about this. If you see me out there cursing and struggling against the offshore winds...let me have a wave or two. You know, instead of saying hello and asking me about how things are, while you paddle around me, taking off on another wave. Let me have a damn wave. Throw me a bone. Let Uncle Ralphie get a wave or two, and then Ralph will be a happier, more approachable, member of the human race. Look I'm kidding about both. I'm not the reason, we've been getting more surf. And I don't expect you to give me waves (unless you want to). I just so happened to have, a bad day surfing today. I did. That wind was really getting to me. Or rather, not allowing me, to get into the surf. Maybe...and I really hate to say this..maybe the magic is finally gone in my Long Board. While I am still relishing, in the joys of a invigorating new youth surge, with my new short board, my Longboard, as of late, has been letting me down. Big time. And
honestly? I don't want to ride a new longboard. I happen to love my
board. Because with me, it's not just the function of the board. It has to make a visual statement. Getting
back to the wind on Saturday. So I'm standing high up on my perch
at 10th Street shooting the action with both the NIKON D-90
and my Canon GL-1. It is fast and furious (no I didn't just say
that...damn I hate sounding like some cliché bonehead). Anyway,
I'm shooting away, when out of the corner of my eye, I notice a beginner,
or intermediate type Surfer, place his little surf board, up on the
Wall while he got into his wetsuit. Instantly my senses went into full
alert. This had disaster written all over it. Now before you ask why
didn't I warn him? Well he was a good distance away. He would not have
heard me if I yelled a warning. Besides, I wouldn't yell that far if
it was a friend or family member. Actually scratch that. I would and
have in the past. Especially, if it's one of my boards that it's jeopardy. But somehow this guy did not. Are you kidding me? So I'm waiting maybe a minute when this huge gust blows across the cement, and as sure as the day is long, the little swizzle stick takes flight and goes hurtling into space like a North Korean Missile launch. I spun my D-90 to try and capture the moment but I'm using Carden's 300mm and I have to manually focus the big lens. By the time I snap off a few the board has hot and is pinwheeling across the rocks. His friends go nuts. As they should. There are hoots and catcalls and insults from his crew. As they all jump up on the Wall to get a better view. The board settles in and lies there. Still. Like a discarded toy. He looks over the wall and then starts the walk down to the opening. His path will take him directly by me. Now all my friends already know what's coming. I see stuff like this and I have a difficult time keeping quiet. It's just not my nature. I see wrong and I will always try and right it. More times than not, it works, and the perp always gets something out of it. Sometimes it does not. This time it worked. So, he gets to within hearing distance of me, when I casually say under my breath. "I almost got that." He looks up at me..."You mean that wave?" "No...your board flying through the air." I answer somewhat sarcastically. "I didn't think it was that windy." He says. "What?" I exclaim. "Listen you could of placed a paper plate full of potato chips on that wall, and had the same result." He walks down the stairs towards the limp stick and says.."Thank God for Epoxy". "Yea thank God for Epoxy, unless you happen to be sitting there under the wall, protected by the wind watching the surf, when that Epoxy board goes driving through your freaking skull!" Silence. "Look, this will only happen once in your lifetime. You will never make that same mistake again. And neither will your friends. Just be careful." He shook his head and grabbed his board. He walked by me and I smiled. He still had to deal with his friends though. And that is all part of being a Grom or beginner. The
things we learn in our precious little surf world. OK. Check it out. I'm trying something new here this week. The site has changed just a little. What I've done is create a web Gallery where you can either browse through the thumbnails or look at each large photo by simply clicking on the arrows and seeing all the pics as they are, 800 pixels wide. Please drop me a line and let me know what you think. I mean either way. I can go back to the way it was for the last month or keep it this new way. I'm trying to make this as user friendly as possible. I'm also building a custom embedded video player and juke box. The problem is these dam swells keep messing me up. But seriously, let me know.
Don't forget All the shops are STILL collecting cards, gifts, and other
provisions for the Rowlee family. PIONEERS , CINNAMON RAINBOWS,
BRICKHOUSE, ZAPSTIX and many more shops are drop off points of interest
for Miss Molly. Skip Brunette has opened a Little Miss Molly
account at the SEACOAST CREDIT This
is the info for the ONLINE Auction. Now
for some of my weekly Global observances: Speaking
of Great Britain, how funny did the Queen look standing next
to Michelle? Man she looked like she came up to the First
Lady's hip pocket. Such a strange scene. The Queen and the
whole Royalty etiquette. And Obama giving the Queen an IPOD
with what? His favorite tunes? Her fave tunes? I'd have given her
Hendrix. That's right. "Here you go Queenie dig this! It's
Jimi Hendrix's greatest hits!" Yea baby that's what I'm
talking about! And
what the hell is going on in our country. 7 police officers killed
in a two week period? What the hell??? What is with this recent crazy
trend of mass murders? Our thoughts and prayers go out to the families
of those who lost their lives these past few weeks. Both the police
departments and the other innocent victims. Just terrible strange behavior.
Awful. Happy
Birthday Lynne Berardini Sunday April 5th!! Please Support ALL The photographers who contribute to Ralph's Pic Of The Week every week for the last 6 years. Remember
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(Above) Adam Coates on April 4th, 2009
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(Above) My buddy Tony Szabo sent these in. He
and his wife Liz used to live out here. They have settled in on the
West Coast and have made a nice little life for themselves. Tony's always
dropping me emails to say hello and to send the occasional pic. Like
these two above. Come back and visit us Tony. We'd love to see you again.
T Today
2009 PARTING SHOT- "Think he's dead?" (Above) Hard
to tell what's going on here. My guess is the fella on the sand is just
plain tuckered out. More than likely, it's his first time back in the
water. While I would like to say we've all been here, I really can't.
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