Ever since I score and subsequenly traded a vintage greg noll, I have been convinced that I am dreadfully cursed to surf poor waves- it seems no matter when I plan on surfing the conditions change unfavorably as I am on my way to the beach. I think I need a pair of jail bird trunks to restore order. Today was another frustrating attempt at surfing......On another note, I thought I'd post up some pictures of another interest of mind- urban decay and post-industrial liter. Here are few shots from the outer limits of the big apple.
1 comment:
Nice shots... I like the last one particularly.
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