On The Way
I don’t know about you, but I love it when authority figures are wrong. When the real world takes their clichéd sayings, precepts, and warnings and reduces them to a pile of misguided bull dung. Like when I finally realized that my face wouldn’t stay that way if I rolled my eyes into the back of my head for too long—pure satisfaction.
Unfortunately, this doesn’t happen very often. The early bird usually does get the worm, people living in glass houses probably shouldn’t throw stones (duh), and you’re probably an idiot if you try to judge a book by its cover.
Same thing with, “the journey is the destination.” Sadly, the cliché is dead right: The more you travel, the more you discover it’s not about the end result. It’s about the process of getting there, and all the little quirky things and f–k-ups along the way.
So I put together a small gallery of images that illustrate the simple process of getting to—and leaving—the surf. Moments of anticipation and surfed-out bliss. Moments that seem transitional and unimportant at first, and then stick in your memory like guilded Post-its.
I couldn’t really think of a good name for the gallery, though. I was sure-as-shit not calling it, “The Journey is the Destination.” The best I could come up with before deadline was, “On the Way.”
The more I think about it, the more I hate that title too.
So as you gander at the photos below, realize that when I typed the title on this blog, I did so with my eyes firmly planted into the back of my head.
All photos by Rob Gilley