Langston Hughes 3·24·10
March 24, 2010 by admin
The south swell killed our dreams for a magical morning at the Queen and so we drove south in search of better options. We surfed as the sun climbed into the heavens, but those dreams remained deferred: like a raisin in the sun they fester like a sore, and then run. They stink like rotten meat and crust and sugar over like a syrupy sweet. Maybe they just sag like a heavy load. And then explode?
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Such a rad photo.
Thanks Jamie…
I’ve posted this fantastic photo in my blog, you’re invited 🙂
I like very much your work, it has a sentimental feeling…
GReetings from Barcelona!
Antuan
Geoff, one of the best i have seen on here next to the iceburg pic. so sorry we didn’t get to surf together in Cali 🙁
Thanks Antuan…I might go to Barcelona this summer, and will email you if I do.
Hey Osean,
sorry we missed each other, might just have to meet you in Bearritz!
Such a rad photo.
Comment by Jamie Watson — April 3, 2010 @ 9:11 pm
Thanks Jamie…
Comment by Surfbird — April 4, 2010 @ 10:26 pm
I’ve posted this fantastic photo in my blog, you’re invited 🙂
I like very much your work, it has a sentimental feeling…
GReetings from Barcelona!
Antuan
Comment by Antuan — April 7, 2010 @ 3:30 pm
Geoff, one of the best i have seen on here next to the iceburg pic. so sorry we didn’t get to surf together in Cali 🙁
Comment by osean — April 19, 2010 @ 9:53 am
Thanks Antuan…I might go to Barcelona this summer, and will email you if I do.
Comment by Surfbird — April 21, 2010 @ 11:02 am
Hey Osean,
sorry we missed each other, might just have to meet you in Bearritz!
Comment by Surfbird — April 21, 2010 @ 11:03 am