Zen and the art of Surfing
The first glimpse, after having traveled miles and miles for hours and hours, from the cool night breeze and rain and now sweating in the rising morning sun, at last a blinding glimpse of the glitter of a ripple, climbing out from the deep blue sea trenches and crashing, exploding into a brilliant white upon the coral reef. The mantra of our travels, the rewards we seek at the end of all our journey's to the coastline. read full artcile on magicseaweed [Words & Photos d.hearne]