My Journey, my obsession, whatever you would like to label it as, began as a child, staring into the core of waves, fascinated. Hanging as long as I could inside the chamber while paddling back out. For some reason I experience the last thing my eyes see, before water moves past and my attention goes to making it out the backside of the wave, that last thing I see appears in my mind was as if it had been burned in, recorded. I have a feeling I will forever have this fascination inside my core.
