Absolutely love, love, loved the whole @northseasurffilmfest - such a good spirit to the whole event. The Cold Gold ‘locals’ night was definitely my favourite, so cool to see everyone just loving life as a surfer on the NE coast, and the feature films were completely awesome!
Here is my entry for the edits submissions, ‘Just One Wave’. I had never attempted animation before this, but it seemed like the realest way for me to make a film because I love to draw and, am quite frankly a bit useless with a camera! Drawn from a couple of memorable sessions this winter -
Hope you like it! ♥️
Genuine thanks and stoke @northseasurffilmfest@surfyonder@tombingphoto@lewisarnold.surf and everyone else involved in all the other ways, for making this event happen. 🤙
Ask me where I find courage, and inspiration
Ask me how I know the snow-maned Matterhorn glows tangerine at sunrise
Although I have never been
My eyes follow its ridge, a curve familiar and animal, solid, patient,
Paused, as if glancing backwards, aware I am watching from miles away
Or ask me how at the end of summer I am seeing waves collapsing on the cliff, backlit by a setting sun,
This is the East Coast
Where the sun stretches from the sea at dawn, a flat, sandy shoreline
I float unharmed, worlds slipping, in waves that don’t belong here,
Ask me about the feeling, the pull in my heart to pass exactly the right time and place
So frequently, as to always catch the rainbow
Just as it pours itself ahead of the storm
A vivid arc, double and brilliant
A moment in the whole vast day, a moment only, complete, vanishing,
As much a part of me as my shadow, my echo,
Or a breath and an ocean being somehow the same
Ask me what we do not know but understand anyway
Ask me nothing and wait for an answer as true and warm as the sun.
Ask me everything, every question, every thought, in silence and in kindness. A million times. Never give up asking.
Nothing like surf pics to give you a happy feeling - a few from the water while at @kneeboardcantabria kneeboard Festival - what a cool experience to be a part of!
Wonderful pics from @desde_el_mar
My brother Luke very sadly died on Saturday 4th April. We will all miss him absolutely. If you knew Luke you will know he was gentle, kind, and funny, polite to the extreme, mischievous, a maverick, stylish, and a hell of a skater. Luke, you were a beautiful person, and I loved so much about you.
Luke adored his cats, both of whom were from Newcastle Cat and Dog Shelter. If you wish to, in honour of his memory, please donate to them on the link below
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What an absolutely epic day! Surfed myself early on, got in again with these two in the evening, Zen wiped out so hard he got a nosebleed, but what an incredible session he had - so so proud and happy! I could get used to two surfs a day days thats for sure.
One for the year of the horse. It’s going to be a good year for surfing!
When the New Year Horse Comes in
December passed more quickly
To my surprise,
its easier now than it once was, yet even now, its never easy come the night
They brought down the fairy bulbs, the hanging trees, and wreathes
In January we built ourselves a snowman
My delighted son, and me
His pebble face was smiling, his scarf was striped, and bright
And the students stopped for pictures
A reminder of how to be a child
It has been a solid, solitary climb inside
It’s Valentines, the sun has died, cross the world to stay alive
While outside the skies have wept from wet wrung eyes, as if in understanding
If only poems could have been enough for chancing, and all the truths would stop demanding,
This impossible task of un-loving
At one time you held a look that told me you had found something
I see the problems of being so confident in separating,
I see a lifetime still unfolding
One that cannot be peaceful without working
And maybe the act of becoming, is only possible when things that were never mended in the first place, stay broken
Un-intentional in their failings.
I’m waiting now for geese returning
Never false in their direction, silhouettes across the pale arc they’re pointing
Watched them many times, the same way leaving
And it always makes me a little sad, to see them steady going
And watch the sea this time with no heart for staying
And no more courage for even trying
But speaking as my own friend, I’d like to be convincing
I’d tell you to live brilliantly, in the debris that’s left from risking
In spite of that that is contradictory, and defeating
Find yourself new momentum, be the mirror holding that reflection, that makes you see things softly, and rest upon forgiving.
So when the new year horse arrives, impatient, sharp hooves throwing
In your dreams galloping, wild for living
Confident that prophecy is as good an answer, as logic is in its certainty, to still be found unknowing.
They said to expect snow
Its falling now -
Colourless
The dappled, spattered sky, driven in silent commotion
Such surprise, childish delight, and softness
The little girl in her, who looks up at swirling stars
And just watches, she just watches
