Surf and Sunday mornings fill dawn with sandy wax and sleepy shuffles that wake sticky opihi’s up one by one. The tips of toes are the first to be woken up by the lips of morning light. The rest of the body seems to dissolve into foamy oblivion, leaving behind salty teeth in the shape of smiles. Those who have already left themselves behind slide by along the surface of something greater. Like a secret we can’t seem to keep, I offer you the sound of salted water.
From the voice of a fellow wave walker, the secret washes upon more endless shores.
Chris discovered surfing from an early age, growing up at a holiday house on Bribie Island along the east coast of Australia. Surf was seasonal there and only came in with certain winds and weather patterns, thus making it the perfect learning ground on the small ripples and small surf. The fascination and passion grew and as a teen, big household name’s and Hawaiian legends were worshiped.
To this day Chris still gets out when he can, teaching his son about the ocean, the etiquette, and the physical meditation it brings.
If you find yourself swept into the waters embrace, embedded in the words above, Chris and Maria have shared some visual stories for you to get in on the experience 😉