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As we know, life is a bit of
a dance, and my dance is to record what I
experience and then share with others. Since
my writing skills are basic at best, I take
photographs. If you do it right, every
picture tells a story. Now in the western
world, some stories always have to be better
than others, and the most frequently asked
question is “of all the places….” And this
leads me to the philosophy of an
amphibian-vagabond-travel-junkie….
When you set foot on the road to find waves,
find meaning or just move, pack accordingly,
but leave your head full of thoughts and
judgments at home. To travel is to
experience. To experience is to live in that
moment. And in that moment, there is no best
place, best wave, best food – it is all a
gift. And there you have it
Most of you reading these words have
followed your instincts and dove deep into a
life governed by the ocean, her waves and
movements. She is vast and infinite, and
lifetimes could be spent experiencing all of
her. During our time, there is one such
group that has created a project known as
the Quiksilver Crossing that is doing just
that. It is a vehicle to the unknown, where
the only tie to firm ground is an anchor,
and even this is temporary. There are a very
few outlets that facilitate this constant
movement of exploration, of eyes wide open
to what may come. We explore and arrive by
oceans the way ancients did; however, the
Crossing is a multi-faceted project of
science, exploration, surf discoveries and
sharing rather than taking.
The
cache this project brings back to the
mainstream is rich with experience and, in
my case, visuals that show us the beauty in
every moment. There is no objective to find
a great place for a surf camp, the biggest
wave in the universe or pay a ransom to
those who could kill themselves for some
award marked with X’s – the Crossing just
is. We share, we pick up our trash and most
of our footprints wash away in the tide
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