OYYYYYY!

So I'm the cave brother, and i guess I'm supposed to post on this world wide webpage to help take the burden off Bri and keep it kinda interestin... don't have too much to say this time

around, which is probably a good thing for y'all but i do have some visuals

PHOTO ESSAY #1 SUPER AWSOME TIME!!!

I have no idea what a photo essay is but i figured i'd give it a shot.

C.B.

jonathan livingston seagull

tube time

winter time

a nice one

buenos noches

I just realized that there's not enough ripping on here lately...

Enter Mr. Jaime Hunter, perhaps the coolest person I know...

Sequence by Seth Stafford.

Some words: I really don't want to include words on this post cause there's just no way they could describe either Jaime, or this sequence going on here, but I just can't help but mention that this was a really fun day somewhere kinda near the outer banks, and I got a bunch of really good waves and just thought I was killing it, and I remember Jaime paddled up to me all tweaked and sunburnt and I asked him, " hey how was that last left you got?" and he replied, "oh! ah, man it was siiiiiiiick!--I pulled in and then just stayed in it forever!" And I remember thinking that it must have been a good wave, cause Jaime never really talks about how sick his waves were, I mean he does if you ask him, but he never really gets too proud, just kind of flies under the radar if you know what I mean. Anyway we got home and Seth showed us this sequence and I couldn't believe how sick it was--shot number 6 is so perfect--and it's funny cause I remember thinking that I would definitely see it in the mags somewhere, but sure enough I never did, why... because as far as the pop surf culture goes, if you aren't a poster-board for some company then you aren't a surfer worth mentioning, even if one of the best surf photogs of our time has a good shot of you. I guess it's better that way.

Reading a book, reading a quote--

I am reading a book about a guy who seeks out adventure by sailing a boat extremely far north. Into the Ice. The guy then lets the winter come and he tries to live through the winter. It's a good book--anyway that's not the point. The point is that at each chapter head the guy posts these quotes. And it's not like I haven't seen this before, lots of authors begin chapters with quotes, but this one is different. I find these quotes so evocative, usually the quote sort of alludes to what is to come in the chapter ahead, and thats it--I read the quote and then read the chapter and thats it. But these quotes are so good--every one of them--I want to post them all, I think I will.

Anyway, this one I have just read is why I'm posting--it gave me the inspiration to write this online, and to do a great many more things. In fact upon first reading this quote I decided that I would try a little experiment. I would try to spend the next few days aware of the quote, or rather of the ideals the quote suggests about who we are and how we chose to live, as I live and move through this life I have had the opportunity to choose.

I will tell you the quote now, but first I want to suggest that when you read it, read it slowly. I once wrote a ten page research paper on only two lines from the stanza of an ancient poem--(not only on the content of the sentences, but also on the meaning of each individual word in the sentence). As you read this quote, try to let each word register, try to slow down and take it all in--maybe even stop on a word before it has any meaning as a whole and just let your mind wander. Then put the words together, then go on.

the quote:

The most beautiful thing one can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this reaction is a stranger--who no longer can pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe--is as good as dead, his eyes are closed.

I will let you guess who said this, you can post ideas in the comments box... don't cheat.

CAVEBROTHER

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT MY LITTLE BROTHER, OR "CAVEBROTHER" AS HE IS MORE POPULARLY KNOWN BY SOME, WILL BE TEAMING UP PROPERLY WITH US HERE IN THE CAVE.

CAVE BROTHER CATCHES BIG FISH.

CAVEBROTHER IS HAPPY TO CATCH FISH, FOR HE KNOWS HE WILL BE ABLE TO FEED HIS VILLAGE BACK HOME.

CAVEBROTHER IS THE REAL DEAL "MOST INTERESTING MAN IN THE WORLD."

CAVEBROTHER IS A MAN OF FEW WORDS, BUT WHEN HE DOES CHOOSE TO LAY DOWN SOME STORY, YOU CAN BET IT'S GOING TO BE WORTH LISTENING TO--WERE STOKED TO HAVE HIM ABOARD.

North shore tomorrow.

MASSIVE MONDAY AT SHARKS COVE

Anyone up for snorkeling?

Country Clip from Brian Herron on Vimeo.

ADAM AND KATIE

In-spite of the usual trials and tribulations that go hand in hand with relocating to a new place. In-spite of all my blah, blah this isn't home yet, and that's not home anymore, and I feel lost at times ranting--I really must say that my transition to this amazing, purely magical place has been a smooth one. And this isn't because I have put in my time, or paid my dues, or even because I have made some huge sacrifice to be here like I know so many people have.

No, my transition to this small island has been smooth and easy because of the help I have received from many friends, but most importantly from two people who have gone out of their way to welcome me with the widest of open arms.

And they took me to the farmers market at diamond head where I bought some poke flavored taro!

And we went for a drive up into the mountains where, consequently, I now live.

And they threw me some shakas! Thanks Adam and Katie--yous guys are the best--I swear I'm going to do something nice for you when I get my act together. Really nice, like buy you some sharks or something.

Some Strange Place Between Homes

Ok, so now I'm in Hawaii. (ha-vai-ee) I'm here with the toes of my right foot in a pot of boiling water to attempt to dissolve the vauna (sea urchin) I picked up while surfing Diamond Head a couple of days ago.

I would say that I live here now, that, this is where I am and so this is where I live, but I'm not so sure one can just declare that they live somewhere after only being there for a few days. I mean, what does it mean to live somewhere?

Does it simply mean to exist in a place--to wake up, take some food, stretch, go for a walk, breathe, and repeat? Does it mean to work, to

toil away at some task for hours upon hours, getting ones hands dirty, breaking ones back? Or does it take time--do I have to be here a certain amount of time before I can declare that I--Brian Herron--live here on Oahu?

I think maybe it depends on a combination of things, most importantly of these, though, is perhaps one's mindset. If one exists in the now, in the moment, then where they are is where they live, where they exist. This is a nice thought, for it allows us to believe that the places we love most can be home--on bike, in a pool, surfing, sailing, fishing, baking...whatever the act, or spot, if we have that open mind, that sharp "now" mind, then what we are doing, or where we are is where we live.

Still, there are rules, certain experiences that must take place befo

re one can feel at home in any place, or instead, before any place will receive one as their home. For now, I will only say that I exist here, but maybe I do not live here, that, I am in some strange place between homes, between lives, still clinging to the one in the past--my life in Wilmington--yet, excited about the one in the future, or rather, the one in the now. In Hawaii.

Aloha nui loa

AIRPORTMIND

AIRPORTMIND from Brian Herron on Vimeo.

8pm to 8am in the seattle airport. Sleeping on the floor. Under some stairs. Alone. Sometimes people walk by, you fall asleep, you wake up, you flinch a lot. Walking around is an option...you become lost, you lose things, you lose your mind. Things pass through--people, faces, colors--mostly I think about the ocean, but other things find the mind in flashes when you are asleep for a moment under some stairs, old love, friends come and gone, waves--like fishes in the dark--they come to haunt you and you must sit with them and try to relax while they laugh at you from the comfort of you past.