I looked over the edge of the cliff of black sand. I watched my amigas in orange jumpsuits slide swiftly down and out of my line of sight. They disappeared as the slope of the mountain took a sharper angle. I sat on my plywood board, rubbing the braided rope attached to the plank between my fingers, wondering if they ... Read More »
I feel like a spider whose web was just obliterated by the stick of an uneasy hiker. One second I’m gracefully scuttling across a grid of rocks, and the next I’m flailing on what feels like the edge of the earth, as if someone reached down from the sky and karate chopped the rest of this bluff out from under ... Read More »
All the pictures are from Brasilia, the capital from Brasil. Brasilia is a city far away from the ocean (1.100km), and longboard is a way to keep the ocean close to us. On Sundays the main “street” closes, so people can go jogging, walk around and of course, longboard. We just get together where the best hills are. We have ... Read More »
They wore a red cloth around their waists, nothing else. The men, I assumed, were in the forest. Conversations blended with the birdsong and I sensed I was about to disturb a scene of complete serenity. Read More »
