The Board (Beached, part 2).

Tri-fin cutting foaming swathes in majestic, molten, crashing waves. Off-shore wind: the only stakes, paddling out to meet the break. To take his certain place in line, for the weaving surf to redefine. To forge a newborn legend free, the board; his truth, his destiny. Dedicated to my good friend, Andrew. The All or theContinue reading “The Board (Beached, part 2).”