Gone, but not forgot.

Sun sparkle on a liquid symphony.

Pure taste, salt water energy drink.

Nap on the beach waiting for that perfection glass-off.

Hot sand grains cool sand mud.

Drip sand castles.

Towel and flippers.

Hitchhike to the beach.

Foggy mornings bright red sunburn.

Ice cold soda.

Tide pull, air pressure surf check.

Crisp little tube bodysurf ride.

Warm onshore/offshore.

Floating in the eye of…

Stinging eyes from looking underneath.

Surfing with the dolphins.

Perfect position.

Dings fixed and ready for pre-dawn paddle-out.

Bike to the beach.

A legend passing on the humility of shared waves.

Smiles and laughs.

First hand-made shape.

How bout you?

The smell of sage mixed with a fine scent of salt air and skunk in the far distance.

The sky goes azure just before the first rays of sun peer over the Imperial valley.

Standing in miles of back waters,Alone… hunting ,fishing,exploring,experiencing life from a 60’s, IB sloughs morning…it lives forever in my heart.Herb

Iam the 4th horseman