Aloha,
What happens when you come home from a day out with a few hours of shooting Aaimea under the belt and every single image you have falls into the “Hate is a such a strong word, I will choose not to bestow any love upon it” catagory?
You get all vintage and they suddenly become your favourites with too many to choose from. Garrett MacNamara free styling.
In my new home so waking up early is something new to me, never the less I was roused from my intermittent slumber to head out to Sunset at 8am, maybe it was the fan blowing air over me at MKII or the extra comfy bed i wasn’t used to but I kept waking at a
frequency enough to irritate me.
As you can see Waimea was working, in the process half drowning a booger. Dear Mr. Booger : When the lifeguards give you advice you should heed knowledge from people probably better in the know than you, thanks for providing some entertainment at your
own expense. Not too many broken boards & enough large rouge sets to keep the lifeguards on the loud horn and closing the beach in the evening.
Until the clock strikes 8AM . . It will be back tomorrow.
Mahalo
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