
Yours truly punching through a winter wave in 2005.
After a long day of photo editing yesterday I was weighing my options on the evenings outdoor exercise and fresh air activity. The wind was laying down on Kachemak Bay and from my house I can just barely see the beach- the waves didn’t look big enough for a good surf session on a surf board but the sea kayak is less demanding, AND it had been just over two years since I last surfed the big boat.
Loaded the sea kayak, drove to beach and had second thoughts about my choice of activity as I watched a few 5ft beach break waves crash into the gravel. Definitely worth the drive back home for that helmet that I forgot.
Back at the beach I waited for a lull between sets and happily slid out without any hydro-poundings in the shorebreak. What fun to paddle a slippery fast 18ft kayak through the waves. It’s a totally different experience from paddling out on a 7ft surfboard. I headed down the beach to where a few surfing buddies where out on their longboards riding the mushy wind swell. While the waves were a bit too soft for good surf board rides they were awesome for my re-introduction to sea kayak surfing. The faces on the set waves were roughly 4-5ft high, and the rides were plenty long with the speed of the long kayak allowing me to catch the waves far from the shore and ride them for a couple hundred yards until I was either spat out or slipped off them before getting too close to the boulder strewn beach.
It’s always fun to get back out doing a sport that you haven’t for a while. The thrills are all exciting again, but the muscle memory is still there to make it possible without the learning curve. I used to sea kayak a lot, even instructed with a friend who runs the Alaska Kayak School, but the last couple years my sea kayak mostly collected dust. With a new surf (underwater) housing in my arsenal this summer I plan to develope some new angles on Alaskan sea kayaking. I’ll keep you posted.
The shot below is me once again, this time after paddling backwards over a wave we figured to be about 25ft high on the face. As you might imagine this photo has a story of it’s own.

Both the above photos were taken by a friend, Josiah Pisel, who occasionally joins me on adventures. When I have an idea for a shot that I can’t talk him into modeling for me, he’s usually gracious enough to operate the camera while I do my own modeling.
I’ll leave you with a shot of Josiah heading out for a winters surf kayak during a snow storm in December 2002.

Back home in Alaska I have been spending hours, no days, editing photos from my recent 2.5 week assignment to Vietnam. While editing this morning a couple photos got me thinking about what I do as a professional photographer. What am I looking for in these thousands of images?













Vietnamese shrimp farmer’s son holding lunch.


Grapefruit? Vietnam is a fruit paradise. I think I’m running an unscientific test on how much fruit and vegetable matter one white-boy from AK can digest in 18 days. So far it’s been nothing short of astonishing. When the grapefruits are as large as my ‘big melon’ it’s not easy to just have a little.