Langston Hughes 3·24·10

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?

6 Comments »

  1. Such a rad photo.

    Comment by Jamie Watson — April 3, 2010 @ 9:11 pm

  2. Thanks Jamie…

    Comment by Surfbird — April 4, 2010 @ 10:26 pm

  3. 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

  4. 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

  5. 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

  6. Hey Osean,
    sorry we missed each other, might just have to meet you in Bearritz!

    Comment by Surfbird — April 21, 2010 @ 11:03 am

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  • Jamie Watson says:

    Such a rad photo.

  • Surfbird says:

    Thanks Jamie…

  • Antuan says:

    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

  • osean says:

    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 🙁

  • Surfbird says:

    Thanks Antuan…I might go to Barcelona this summer, and will email you if I do.

  • Surfbird says:

    Hey Osean,
    sorry we missed each other, might just have to meet you in Bearritz!