the language of surfers...
logan (photo session), canon digital rebel xti
Boho Boy and I just returned from a few days away in nature to celebrate our anniversary. It wasn't far away. In fact, just about 30 minutes north of us...but we imagined we were thousands of miles away on an island resort near the sea. We both have pretty huge imaginations, so it wasn't hard to dream up and believe. We tried not to remember that our computers and our work were just a few exits down the highway.
Both him and I talk so much about wanting to live somewhere else. Somewhere cooler and less expensive so we can actually buy a house with a yard. Somewhere more cultural and funky and artsy and well, different. Because we spend so much time dreaming of this place, we don't take enough time to appreciate where we are, in the present moment. Its always during times when we step away from our everyday life that we realize we live in a spot where thousands tourists come from across the world for their vacations. Our beaches are sublime. Our waves a m a z i n g. Our weather pretty much perfect. Whenever we spend time at the beach, we look at one another and say "we live here...". For some reason during this time away, it hit us a little harder that we need to appreciate the parts of our hometown that are indeed unique and magical and spiritual.
As much as I have loved the ocean and being near it all of my life, I also fear it in a big way. Being submersed in salty water with sea creatures and powerful currents crashing over me can cause a bit of anxiety and at times has kept me watching from the sand. Lately, I have been a bit more daring like I was when I was younger and have played in the waves. We went out a few times over the past few days and there is such a magical energy force that permeates my being when diving underneath a large wave. It makes me both laugh out of joy and cry out of fear. It's such a rush. I realize I am beginning to speak the language of surfers but in a sense, I am resonating with them a bit more each time I go out. I so get it. I get why it consumes them and why they would get up at the crack of dawn...even during the wintry weather.
So, a lot of inspirations came to me while in the water but one was a bit random and odd that I just can't seem to get out of my head. I envisioned this cool vintage looking sign to hang in my kitchen with the word "Recycling" on it. We need to put a sign above our recycling bin because people tend to think it is our garbage when they come over. I am wondering if any of you creative betties are into making painted signs or know of someone who does that would custom design one for me? I wish I had time to make one myself but I also love to support other independent artists out in our world. I love the worn out shabby chic look (but not overboard). Totally random, I know...but if you can think of something or someone, please let me know in the comments. Thanks so much!