A few years ago I set out on a journey, roaming, to become a slacktide lost and found at Sea. This Journal documents the unravellings of some of the eye opening moments throughout my travels and life. It's likely to change often, but then so do we.
A rainy day, departing to find a wave in Sawtell, A stillness hangs in the air. The deep breath before the plunge...parched skin waiting to be quenched by the salty sink of that first duck dive.
Surf in a storm, a place to feel small, in the most dynamic moments you can experience.