Safetosea

Rather serendipitously a couple of my best friends have put up websites to service their respective businesses.

The two R's, Rod and Richie, Photographer and Graphic Designer, are two of the three people I''ve shared the most waves with over the past twenty years. Rod, who's nickname is Ten Men, is a paddling machine without peer, his nickname coming from the fact that no sooner has he caught a wave he is back in the line up. His kids, Tris, Marcus and Benjamin have all become very hot young surfers, and they seem to share that paddling gene. Can you imagine... now it's forty of them, all in one car.

Rod makes his living writing books on, and shooting, the Great Ocean Road, the marvel that to me is the lifeline to my God's (if I believed in such things) country. If you have a yen to vicariously enjoy the delights of this coast, drop into his site, and maybe buy a book or calendar. You can't mistake the surfer's eye in the shots, and I note the shot below as an example. The wave that appears tiny in the middle ground is probably a good six feet, but the sheer mass of the coast relegates it to something Lillipution.

As for Richie, who's nickname is ..er...Richie, he is my design conscience, and I his. He's a Design Gun, passionate about it with very definite views... a black and white guy in a colorful world. Whenever we have a query, or a misgiving we call on each other to just say, "whadda ya reckon about this?". Rod pops in often, as well, with a new clutch of shots, echoing the same refrain. Of course it's up to the individual to take on the advice, and we sometimes walk away wounded after Rich has said ... "that's shit" when all he really meant was that he thought the letter spacing was a bit tight, or wide, or... whatever.

This year we are all off, with a few others, on a Boat to the Banyaks, another two weeks of wave soaked bliss.

I can't wait for May.