Morning Sensations

 Darshan Gooch redistributes some North Pacific energy into the universe.

A lone bunker stands sentry over the cove decaying along with the memory of it's original purpose.  I wonder how many perfect waves it's seen.

Big Sur Visions

The steady pulsing of funky bass lines shook all who stood basking in it's warm glow.  We moved and twisted to the wills of the music makers and our own lack of inhibitions.  The Garden was a meeting place for all the forces of the universe.  As we frolicked in the cosmic collisions of energy waves time and place  became thin as paper.  All that was real consisted of marshmallow chocolate and graham.  

Early mornings here have a calmness to them.  A blanket of tranquil quietness.   Only the soft sound of waves folding over onto themselves could be made out in the distance.  

Humble abode for the duration of my stay.

An energy channel carved from the rocks.  The presence of Big Sur goodness was strong here, a connecting point with the universal flow.

Surf Positive

A rare moment of quality goes by unridden on a stretch of beach known for it's ability to reward and punish.

Moments after this shot I was contorting myself into a 5/4/3 as fast as humanly possible. After a day of work in the confines of 595 Market and watching tiny images of pumping North Pacific swell on my phone, all I saw was possibility. A quick drop into the pocket to speed run down the line, shit that section is totally makeable. Look at the inside sandbar! Barrels!

I' tried to maintain my optimistic outlook despite the thorough ass kicking I proceeded to get from the sea. One foot wind swell criscrossed the incoming waves as they leaned forward, heaved up and dropped out over shallow sand bars. Pitching to say the least. The draining tide seemed to pull constantly into the washing machine of the northern cove. It was very apparent that this was not a place to be toyed with. After a few humblings by unreadable sand slabs and constantly battling a current pulling me out to sea I felt like the ocean was sending me a message. I could be wrong, but it really felt something like, "piss off mate." I decided to oblige and be thankful to set foot on the sand.

I did get some really perfect duck dives though....

Going For It

Not too Shabby

Occasionally (often) I find myself questioning my Northern California relocation. The lack of clean surf, the over abundance of ragged swell. Crackheads living on my street, traffic and noise. It's when I make my escape to the quiet comfort of coastal redwoods and rushing waterfalls that I realize how lucky I am. To be able to enjoy those things with my family and still live in "the city." Yes, it may be a challenging place to surf (until fall) and city life may be oppressive, but when a view like this comes into focus everything else just melts away and the problems of life become trivial and inconsequential. There is only the wind, the trees and the beauty of a city by the bay.