New York is a zoo. But getting a lot done. And here’s a foto friday.
Oh, as I post this on an East Coast Sunday morning I can’t help but meditate–ever so briefly– on what windsurfing means to me. As I grow into myself as a windsurfer, I find myself calling upon the Hawaiian influences of surfing– the flow and freedom style. The Gerry Lopez style of wave riding. Or Josh Angulo. At some point in the 80’s (or was it the 70’s… or the 90s?) the Australian school of surfing took over– the slice and dice and slash it up style. Gerry riding a wave at Pipe is dropping in relaxed and finding a comfy spot in the tube, becoming one with the wave. A bit different than the current style in vogue (though I do appreciate the slashing). And I see Hawaiian surf style seeping into the rest of my life. Now I’m on the East Coast working on a business project and writing, and I am obviously jonesing for some waves, but I also love the freedom of not being a complete slave to the sea and all her forms. Well, who am I kidding? Of course the sea is my master. Just not all the time. I guess all I’m trying to say is that a totalitarian freedom is not a complete freedom at all.