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Posts Tagged ‘K38’
Tuesday, August 10th, 2010
 Mighty
I watched an Airshow at Point Mugu NAS this weekend. I was impressed. The USAF Thunderbirds, a precision flight team, performed. I found myself awed and inspired. Why would a water centric, eco minded, sustainability preaching, artist like me, love what I saw? Because it demonstrated mightiness.
I stand, able to write this blog and engage my world and community, because my country is mighty. That is humbling, and it inspires gratitude in me.
K 38 Rescue sent this link along to a small group of leaders today. It is an interesting look at how a culture embraced something in the course of great social upheaval. That religion has completely shifted the country and it’s ideals. It was seduced. We can be as well. Anyone can. It is a choice. I want to be clear. We all choose.
The ensuing text is part of my response to Shawn and the other leaders. I am sharing it with you now as well.
The concept of Holiness is based on being sanctified, which in essence is the setting aside of a person for use as a vessel of God.
These people are sanctifying themselves, and their God is using them. They are Holy unto their God.
We choose our Gods. They do exist. Oh no doubt about that in me. We become what we serve.
So now this place, a country, is in bondage. Hell does that. When you see bondage, that trail of fear and oppression, you all should know what that is.
The trick is to still be able to walk in love. Can you understand what Jesus did? Do you see why His story really is the greatest ever told?
We live in a time and place fraught with some of the greatest peril I have seen in my life. This is not merely a battle for our culture, ideals, and economy. What we see in this story, is a choice based upon a seductive lie. It is not those poor women who are possessed. It is that nation. They invited it in.
We have done that here in a way. We have allowed it. Change starts with people committed and sanctified to their God. Best to choose the one that created existence. Then you have won. In your winning, the other Gods fall.
When I see intolerance, bondage, fear, within a religion and a culture. I know what that is.
Keep in mind that a religion is anything that we give power to, which separates us from a relationship with God and his creation. It could be anything. Even something as religiously insouciant as an environmental group.
True religion is this, that you love God, and love your neighbor as yourself. If you find you have become less than tolerant. You just gave your power, your might, away. It is where true strength lies. It is how we all come to God. we must believe and rest on His tolerance of our shortcomings. So should we act any differently?
This is why I am constantly harping on polarization in this country.
Right is right. Simple stuff. Does it make sense? Is there a benefit associated to the cost? Tolerance is different than promotion. One can tolerate a person or concept without promotion and personification of the entity.
Amazing how many people fail to ask that, and blindly engage a religion, a cause. That is how evil works. It is seduction, it is sloth. Be mighty. It matters.
Creation is all viral. God designed it to be that way.
I was going to just leave you with a quote from God’s word. But I thought it better to have a look at what happens when a people choose the God of Hosts in this Church. We become what we serve and in turn we proselytize others according to the knowledge of our own truth. That is why it is of the utmost importance to embrace the Way, the Truth, and the Life. Jesus said it was him. I believed him. That was a choice that for me meant no turning away, no other. Why would anybody?
Lies. That is why. We know where those come from.
Our Country was founded on Truth (It is capitalized for a reason) . This is why, in our Constitution it states that all men are created equal, and that they have an unalienable right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
This is the essence of true leadership, and why we need to pray for and build up our leaders. It is rare for an organization to fall, other than by attack on it’s leader. This is why we win as a people when our might rests on the master of everything. The concept must be rooted in love, by which it all stands.
Guard your heart.
Sam Shoemaker, doing a raw performance improv. It IS this easy to display your own might and creativity. We need to own it.
Seth Godin has this to say.
A succinct and powerful example of how our system works by Fox News and an opposing Ted Olson.
USAF Thunderbirds precision flight team. Mighty. They matter. So do you.
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Sunday, July 4th, 2010
 Americana
The United States Of America is founded on the tenets located in the US Constitution. All laws and the people who preside over the law, are based on this document. All Municipal and State laws are superceded and presided over by the Federal laws, based on this document. So no entity may pass a law that is not in accordance with this document. If you find that someone has. You not only have a right, but a civil responsibility to inform and if necessary, litigate that entity.
That is what is meant by the legal tort of Rule of Law, which dates back to Aristotle in 350 BC.
HERE. Know the Law of your land. Your liberty rests on you knowing this.
Those precepts were instituted by the biggest collection of social misfits that the world in Western Europe could produce in the late 1600’s. Wiki has a pretty good summary here. It is informative to understand the History of a thing, as there is power in that. Within it resides truth, for the most part. Though admittedly, History is written by the victors.
But a revelation of the true strength and character of the United States, lies in an examination of the nature of those individuals who had the tenacity to put their lives and their families on the line, and leave a vast history and legacy behind them in order to venture out to a new frontier in the Americas.
It all is summed up pretty well in this image loaned to me by the Dunbar’s of their son, who after severe stress in childbirth, had this to say, as he lay in Neo Natal Care, full of tubes. Kate Slaton Dunbar is descended from the people who settled the area in which I live.
When I saw this image, which her husband shot, I was surprised. To me, it seems sometimes like all of the world would love to snuff America out. This boy’s response is the basis for what our instinctive reply should be to ANY entity within or without, that attempts to rob this country of what we paid for in vision, obstinence, perseverence, bravery, and blood sacrifice.
 One thing to say
Independence Day. Think about that word.
independent |ˌindəˈpendənt|
adjective
1 free from outside control; not depending on another’s authority : the study is totally independent of central government | Canada’s largest independent investment firm.
• (of a country) self-governing : India became independent in 1947.
• not belonging to or supported by a political party : the independent candidate.
• (of broadcasting, a school, etc.) not supported by public funds.
• not influenced or affected by others; impartial : a thorough and independent investigation of the case.
• ( Independent) historical Congregational.
2 not depending on another for livelihood or subsistence : I wanted to remain independent in old age.
• capable of thinking or acting for oneself : advice for independent travelers.
• (of income or resources) making it unnecessary to earn one’s living : a woman of independent means.
3 not connected with another or with each other; separate : we need two independent witnesses to testify | the legislature and the judicature are independent of each other.
• not depending on something else for strength or effectiveness; freestanding : an independent electric shower.
• Mathematics (of one of a set of axioms, equations, or quantities) incapable of being expressed in terms of, or derived or deduced from, the others.
noun
an independent person or body.
• an independent political candidate, voter, etc.
• ( Independent) historical a Congregationalist.
If we truly stand united. Expect to stand alone amongst the Nations. Independent. Victory is never given. You have to earn and seize it. That is us, from our inception. It is what we were. It is what we should be.
One of the single most powerful songs that I have heard. America. Samuel Shoemaker and the Shoemaker Brothers. It has inspired quite a bit for me in the month or so since I first heard them play it live here, in Ventura.
America the diverse, proud, obstinent, independent and free. It is our nature.
The following gallery is a memorial homage in honor of our obstinence, persistence, and our laws.
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Wednesday, February 24th, 2010
 Intersections
Tyler Swain and I strode arm in arm, lock step, across the pavers in the foyer of the swank, old, Figueroa Hotel. It was a rainy night in Downtown LA. I was just back from some time away with Shawn Alladio in Oregon and Northern California, and being immersed in watery adventure. Tyler was fresh off the set of Jackass 3 where he is engaged as camera. He had just survived being taken out with a twelve inch dildo fired at him down a hallway from a potato cannon. It had struck him mid chest and dropped him. Then there was the taser. My face hurt from laughing at the picture he had painted.
We walk different worlds, he and I, but fell in together gratefully this night. It seems that we never really get enough time to catch up. The cool damp air of the foyer presaged our trip out into the craziness of a Saturday night in LA, and the traffic created by whatever was going on at nearby Staples Center.
I am not a fan of LA. It is concrete claustrophobia to me, seasoned with dashed dreams and desperate hope, clung to by denizens and transients with claws of blue steeled sorrow. But this is where Tyler lives, when he is not traveling, filming or creating some wild thing or another.
Donna and Brittany trail behind the two of us. One of them says something in a sarcastic tone, to the effect of “Oh we see how it is, you two have your arms around each other and we are left behind”. Tyler and I grin, and do not say much, jerking the girls along, as we dive into the fluorescent night time, in search of a dinner together, before we go our separate ways, paths and dreams.
 Illustrative Matrix
A scant few yards of sidewalk pass underfoot, and over the clean scent of rain, wafts the salty sweet fragrance of onion and bacon in a stark yet pleasant counterpoint. A friendly looking Hispanic woman smiles at us and chants “Bacondogs.” It is a statement, more than a query.
“Ever had one Tyler?”, I ask. “Oh many’s the time when I was wandering along, and that is what I had. It’s late, been drinking, and nothing sounds as good as grilled meat and grease. Seriously.”
We step into the middle of Ninth St., and I look up after making sure nothing is going to run us down. The Marriott Hotel stands, a black obelisk against the brighter grays of a city lit, cloud layer, which steadily flows across black eternity, giving us brief glimpses of the starry expanse beyond. Strobe beams dash to and fro like a laser light show. The scene is awe inspiring and strange. I knew that were I to set camera to tripod, we would be stopped in short order by some sort of official representative of LA’s no filming fan club. That says it all about LA for me: look, but do not touch, or share. We want it all for ourselves. What that braying really means is “pay us”. It is death to any conscious creative. It also strangles the asset value of this piece of real estate. No one owns anything. Not really. Even the heart changes.
Here is something perfectly illustrative. It underscores much regarding man’s path, and God, His. If you get your head around it, please drop me a note, as I have failed to do so. I already knew of my minuteness in intimate detail, thank you.
The four of us have a pleasant meal at a nouveau style bistro, and great conversation seasons it. The wait staff is personable and dives right in, as if they had known us far longer than thirty minutes. I appreciated them. The affect was not unlike being in a street side café in the Sumatran port town of Sibolga. I think it may be a third world tenet: hospitality to strangers. LA is peculiar in it’s similarity to things third world.
It is not that I despise the place. It is that I am uncomfortable there. Each visit reminds me that I am a stranger in a strange land. The wayfarer from abroad, on my way to a vital and loving reality. Yet each time I do manage a visit, I seem to experience what I like to call, a Matrix moment.
A Matrix moment is what was illustrated on film by the Wachowski brothers in their Matrix film series. It is when apparent time slows to a crawl and one becomes intimately aware of every detail and it’s movement through time. It causes me to understand, to comprehend something, by forcing me to slow down, and embrace the realization created by a complete shift in the tempo of my perception of time.
Those moments are inexplicably placed for me. They are cosmic signposts. But the number of things which must transpire in order for the moment to occur, are so involved and convoluted in form, that it boggles the mind. It convinces me that what is seen, is frequently not what it appears to be. Unbeknownst to me, as we rumbled down Figueroa Blvd in the sinister black, Speed 3, looking for the 110 freeway entrance, one of those moments was about to occur.
That night had begun with the intention of attending a Sidestepper concert at Cal State University. Donna had won tickets on KCRW. We had been a little late due to traffic and the tickets had been given away. No biggie, I actually felt relieved as a three hour concert was not my idea of a good time. I was just trying to be a good humored escort. So I had called Tyler from the theater. He was at the Figueroa, having rented a suite for the night for an evening in Downtown. But it all began with the intention to attend that concert.
Finding the freeway entrance, I ignored Donna’s directions to go the other way, and we hot pedaled into a slot in slug tempo traffic. In awhile we had merged into the center lane of Hwy 101 N and meandered in the flow, towards our friend Brian’s place, for a party.
Up ahead I saw a trailer loaded with PWC’s and Donna said “Hey isn’t that Shawn?” My first reaction was: “Nah, probably a race team headed for an event.” Then I saw the deep blue truck Shawn uses as a tow vehicle and her home away from home. There we were, at an intersection, in a place none of us would ever be of our own volition or planning. Then it happened. As Donna rolled down her window screaming hellos and I love yous, time slowed and we pulled alongside each other.
On my ten o clock a helo was hanging in pace with us. On my left, a champagne SUV was easing up to pass. Shawn turned and smiled somewhat amusedly. A midnight blue late model Saturn was changing lanes on the opposite side of her truck. Time crawled and I saw everything at a near standstill almost as if it were a high resolution still frame. My car phone rang. Shawn: “Hey David, I could hear Donna screaming while you guys were still back by the trailer.” “Yep. Funny seeing you here. Safe drive. Love you.”
And as everything shifted back into real time, I eased into the number one lane and softly throttled up. Shawn was on her way to a course in Morro Bay, where she was to train a select group of rescue personnel. I was on my way to hang with a bunch of creatives. I knew that both our heads would hit pillow at about the same time later that next morning. There are no accidents, only intersecting lives. This is the matrix. It is what determines our future. It is how I find subjects in my view finder, and how I come to love them.
This link is to the recent Music Video Tyler, Rob Dafoe and I made. The LA scenes are shot within a stones throw of where we stood tonight. It was a huge cosmic slow down, and is replete with Matrix moments. It is an example of why I connect to some people on a uniquely separate level. I only recently began to truly get a grip on this. But that is how life works. I appreciate shooting stars and how they can intersect. It only occurs when both position themselves by following their own paths. I have recognized this occurrence a lot in my career and life: the same characters will re appear at critical junctures.
I thought about Shawn, as I fell asleep at around 3:30 am.
I just finished writing this. The image below dropped into my e mail in box on cue. It is of Shawn, ready to embark on a training ride, in a rising swell, which I had been watching online. It is raining. If you have read this far, you are in. Welcome to the matrix.
 K38 Morro Bay
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Friday, February 19th, 2010

Modus
An Operator’s perspective
I am just in the door from Maverick’s. We had quite an adventure up there.
This trip I was a part of the K38 Mavericks Water Rescue Team.
I joined K38 long ago, on the heels of shooting the 2000 Tow Surfing Championships at Jaws. I realized in the course of my process, that I had a debt of responsibility to both my subjects, the sport, and myself, (being a sentient human being) to be prepared and accountable as a responsible participant in documenting and filming surfing.
My motivation in seeking out K38 training, was to be able to respond appropriately and professionally in an emergency.
One of my mentors taught me early on, that a photographer is responsible for what he creates. I looked on in horror after my tow surfing imagery helped Surfer, Billabong XXL, Towsurfer, etc…. launch the new sport into the main stream, and realized that what I had created, could potentially contribute to someone that I care about perishing.
My mentor explained that when you point a camera at someone, they may do things not ordinarily embarked upon, should the camera be absent. I felt responsible for what I helped to create. (Bruce Brown had told me that he felt the same way about Cape Saint Francis, after shooting Endless Summer.)
So I had eventually sought out Shawn Alladio, and K38 Rescue. Though I never gave her the entire story on my motivation, she graciously accepted me into her program. In the course of several years I have participated in her training programs on various levels and received certification as a Rescue Boat Operator.
Lately, I find Shawn and myself working shoulder to shoulder a lot. The message is always the same: educate, be prepared, no one dies. Being on a team is sort of a strange concept for me. Having been a competitive swimmer, cyclist, professional surfer et al (There are more solo sports on my list.) I found that my biggest challenge was to throttle down, or “stand down”, as they say in the military. After many years, I am finally beginning to “get” that concept.
K38 training exemplifies and endows discipline. So these days, I bite my tongue, hold my Hawaiian temper in check, do what I am told. I am learning to serve, at last. I have placed myself under another’s authority.
Mavericks Rescue Team Background Story, as provided by Shawn Alladio:
 Shawn Alladio: K38 Rescue
“We were up at 4:20am getting ready for the 2009-2010 Mavericks Surf Contest the day of the historic event. We broke at midnight the evening prior after our PPE/gear checks and briefings.
The K38 crew provided the water rescue and assistance for the 24 athletes competing during the February 13, event. I’m very proud of the K38 Rescue team. They came together focused, did their job and did well. They took leadership values and incorporated them into a work ethic that produced results.
This was Ryan Augensteins’ first event. This team is committed to training and endorsing the K38 Way and standards for the future of water rescue during big wave events. I’ve had the honor of training a stellar team in South Africa who really set the bar professionally for big wave safety coverage. This team I am working with will have a minimum 3 year training timeline to perfect the necessary skills to be ‘rescue qualified’ on this level.
So K 38 was given the mission to assemble a team comprised of certified Rescue Boat operators and the local crew. An invitation to participate was sent out to a hand picked group of candidates. A select few people stepped forward.
The Mavericks K38 Rescue Team:
Vince Broglio (Captain)
Russell Smith
Garrett McNamara
Ryan Augenstein
Shawn Alladio
K38 Assistants/Patrol:
Ryan Levinson
Jonathan Cahill
 K 38 Mavericks Ocean Rescue Team
Additional Support:
Kelli Rumore
Nicole Levinson
Joy Portelli
Photographer, Camera Operator:
David Pu’u
We used Kawasaki ULTRA LX models, K38 Rescue Boards and our K38 boats/helmets were outfitted with GoPro HD cameras.” Alladio
The new acting interim Harbormaster for Pillar Point is Mr. Robert Johnson. Deputy Harbor officer Cary Smith was the point of contact for the PPHD for the Mavericks Surf contest operations.
The Pillar Point Harbor Department offered generous and steady support.
Circling overhead was a USCG Helo and on the outskirts of the surf break, two fully manned USCG rescue vessels watched. The legendary 47 MLB, http://www.uscg.mil/datasheet/47mlb.asp and the 87 foot Rescue Class Cutter: Protector, the Pike.
Further peripheral support was provided by the HMB FD. I had the pleasure of working along side two of their men in the course of the event. Steady professionals.
It was an honor to be in the first line of defense, supported by various public safety agencies with men and women of this caliber. The large asset deployment at this event was primarily to manage the huge amount of boating and spectator traffic. NOAA had issued media warnings in an effort to cut down on traffic at the event this year.
It worked for the most part. Still, it was difficult not to notice things like an obviously out of place person aboard a PWC which was labeled with the name of a surfing publication and who, when questioned by authorities, could only keep repeating the words “I am with S— magazine”, as if that gave him license to have the PWC in the lineup.
What I saw this day:
A large, building, 290 degree NW primary swell, that peaked in the course of the day with 22 feet at 17 second buoy readings, and two other swells. The combination of swell size, angle, and interval created a unique top wave that allowed for the surfers to ramp up to speeds not normally possible, which assisted entry into an exceptionally clean and concave wave face.
The ocean conditions this event day are exceptionally rare to experience, and in my 42 years of surfing and ocean activities as a waterman, and 12 years as a photographer, I am shocked to see such a rare meteorologic occurrence happen on an event day.
What transpired, was a best case, designer conditions day. With superior competitor support, the measure of confidence on the part of the athletes, contributed to the establishing of a new bar in surfing performance at size.
So many athletes rose to the challenge this day, that I am a little dumbfounded. What I saw, exceeded anything prior in the context of my experience, in terms of ability, courage, bravado and success.
I used the Canon 5D Mark 2 system and the Go Pro HD system, and support was provided by Go Pro http://www.goprocamera.com/
I produced a detailed stills image list of iconic Surfing and Rescue Community support documentation, and shot 7 hours of motion and time lapse capture for a documentary that will focus on the event from a behind the scenes point of view.
The title of the film and the magazine feature that I am working on is “The Road Home.” It is a sequel to a piece I wrote, that was first Published by Alex Dick Read for The Surfers Path , which is a personal account of my coming to terms with the death of Mark Foo, who I had known from when I was first on the Professional Tour and in the many years which followed, spent time with when I would be in Hawaii.That story was entitled The Road To Half Moon Bay.
I did not return to Half Moon Bay to shoot surfing. I came to serve. But what I experienced, is one of the greatest gifts a Photographer and Journalist could have: being at a point in time where established paradigms shift with the tick of the clock.
Rigged to work Rescue, while holding a camera (well actually probably around 8 cameras, thanks to Go Pro) once more, the Canon 5D Mark 2 system allowed me to exceed all possible prior production potential for a single camera operator. We truly do live in the future. 24 surfers (and a LOT of support) just proved that.
 David Pu'u and PPE
Here is a piece of music that is remarkably pertinent and descriptive for us. It was recorded a long time ago.
Below is the gallery. Click on the images for a full view and to read more about that image.
This edit contains a small cross section of a large file that is illustrative of the event safety coverage at Mavericks and a little bit of the day and night preparations the team endured, in order to be ready. We worked long hours. We all came back safe.
No one dies.
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- Modus
HMB, Mavericks. This departmental token carries an explanation that was illustrated in the course of the event by surfers, Event staff, and support personnel
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- K 38 Mavericks Ocean Rescue Team
Mavericks, Pillar Point, HMB, California
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- Shawn Alladio: K38 Rescue
Founder and team leader, Shawn Alladio at the helm of her Kawasaki at the 2010 Mavericks Challenge, Pillar Point, HMB, California. Semper Paratus.
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- David Pu'u and PPE
I had to shoot a port of everyone and do a shot of them with their personal equipment kit. So since I was the photographer, this is mine. PPHD staging area. What you do not see is the three cases of camera gear stored in the HD warehouse.
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- Twilight. Shawn and Ryan.
Prep starts days before the event. It never really feels like you are ever truly done.
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- Ryan Levinson
Steady Ryan. A man who is managing the physical challenges of Muscular Dystrophy and his passion for service. A former elite athlete in multiple sports and current EMT, he is awaterman and offshore racer, and my helmsman.
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- I am now an official Go Pro fan and addict.
Go Pro rocked the support for this event in generous and efficient fashion
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- A woman's work is never done.
Shawn Alladio. Prepping, never stopping.
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- Mavericks surfer, waterman, rescue trainee, Ryan Augustine
We all have high expectations for Ryan. He is the future. His demeanor and passion will serve him well as he adds to his skill set over the coming years.
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- Jonathan Cahill
One of the steadiest men I have met. Jonathan had a stroke recently due to an injury and was on blood thinners. He showed up. Did his job. His service level and commitment to his team is incredibly inspiring
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- Event Safety Briefing. Shawn Alladio
As head of Water Rescue, everything that goes down is on her head and shoulders. She is coordinator and builder of the front line of defense. It all starts from the top in an organization. Shawn leads by example.
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- The prize
For us the surfers and the event are all. Nothing will come between us and our goal to be where we need to be when they need us to be there.
Carlos Burle, center here. He is already surfing. Just not in the water. I can see his resolution. Carlos is K38 trained, and one of the best human beings I have met in the sport. Solid.
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- The trophy, and the Head Judge
A lot rests on Gary Linden's shoulders.
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- Kawasaki Ultras
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- The mighty Kawis
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- Vince Broglio, Team Captain
Steady, passionate, fast. Vince came to the came after dealing with a death in his family. Service and love for his fellow man a very obvious tenet.
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- GMAC and his kit
Garret! Wow, what can one say? A LOT.
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- Garrett MacNamara
Met this man at the 2000 World Tow in Championships at Jaws which he won. I have had the privilege and horror of watching him put himself at risk repeatedly over the years. When I heard that he had placed himself at K38 Rescue's disposal and was being considered as a trainee I was relieved and happy.
One of the all time greats in surfing, and a man who understands how to stay alive.
Skill level: high and growing.
Passion:high
Service level: high
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- Death Briefing
Yea. The last minute call to the team and inability to assemble and train in the area due to the Surfrider-NOAA collabration on implementing a PWC ban in the sanctuary, created a need to go over a LOT the night before the event with our green team. Managing body pickup and death issues was on the table. Not everyone who shows up is there to help the surfers. Our job description requires that we manage that. Life comes first in K38. No compromise allowed.
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- 12 am event day.
The empty Harbor lot. We work into the wee hours. Not even thinking about bed yet.
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- Nonstop drills, unending briefs
Shawn putting as much into us as we can hold. 12 am contest morning.
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- 8 am: Semper Paratus
Days of prep behind, a lung infection that wants to become pneumonia plaguing her, Shawn Alladio focuses, ready. Standing. Faithful. A warrior with ability, passion and a fierceness that I have only seen a few times in my life. One of my closest friends, she can even scare me. And I am pretty gnarly.
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- The Pitch
And the ones who catch
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- Larry Haynes: Event live vidographer
I love film maker Larry Haynes. I secretly call him my walking cartoon. If you need it, Larry will get it. He is part of a teensy and elite group of colleagues who have the skills and passion to get the job done no matter what goes down.
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- BANG!
His board chalks, a surfer goes down hard. All hands on deck and full alert. Seconds and feet. Rescue and life is all about seconds and feet.
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- Team Check
Shawn, Go Pro attached, is continually monitoring EVERYTHING and everyone. I thought that I saw everything. She has taught me to see more.
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- Predictable
Early on in the day, incoming tide, steadily rising swell. Just what my notes said it would be. Our main indicator buoys for swell are down. (Nice work NOAA) so one can either rely on computer animation models which also are missing that data or do the forcast ones self. highly recommend the latter.
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- Gmac on Point: Zone 1
Shawn had the lineup segmented. The outside was known as zone one.
Garrett was on deck when zone one got intense, as was Vince Broglio. Teamwork.
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- Incoming
The gallery could get a little crazy. Not being trained, some photographers and videographers unwittingly blocked rescue exits and entrances, sometimes even cutting off the rescue boats. I photographed it all and tried to keep moving.
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- Pitch
Crazy clean good perfect Northern California Perfection
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- Tracking
Gmac watching. We had a minimum of two sets of eyes on each rider whenever possible, with a third set in the background
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- What reefbreak?
Mavericks looking like a point break.
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- Perfect
Event morning. Approx 9 am. Mavericks dream.
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- Cary Smith PPHD
Our PPHD liason following up on the radio
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- Clean and Perfect
The pressure is really on when no one is out and the ocean delivers something no one is actually 100 perecent positive that they want. Been there. It is an aspect not many truly understand.
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- Hui Cat: press boat
For those that understand what huli means, this is truly a hilarious image. The local captains were outstanding!
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- Boom
When something explodes UP, that says a lot
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- On point
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- Spitting snarling, roaring
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- GMAC, Zone One
What this camera recorded will make some people cringe and enlighten others. We had cameras everywhere thanks to Go Pro. The information the captured will improve the level, by showing what went right AND wrong on the part of certain people who maybe should think twice about their job descriptions. Gmac doing his job well.
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- Liquid Militia Indeed
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- Early In
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- Rainbow Pit
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- Shane Desmond
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- Tracking
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- Perfect Peak
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- Grinder
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- Jeff Clark
I have known Jeff for 12 years. We have been in the trenches together a LOT in that time. Pioneer of Mavericks, event creator, and banned from the competition. His ex wife runs the event. His former trainer with whose assistance he started the Mavericks Water Patrol is running the event water safety. When I saw him throttle slowly onto the playing field this day it was a hard thing to view for me. Jeff and I have spent a lot of time alone. I would have liked to see him ride his wave this day. But in a way that not many will understand, he served instead.
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- Pensive
Waiting, watching: part of the process of riding a big wave well.
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- Anticipation
The most exciting feeling: the buildup, foreplay, whatever you want to call it.
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- Backside
Pretty heavy thing: back to the beast.
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- Always waiting, watching
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- Photographer Rob Brown and his mob
Rob is prepared. One of a few who really are. But what is wrong with this picture?
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- Dream Field
Yes it was this day.
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- Bigger better heavier
Than most you will ever get to see. Mavs with an extraordinarily accommodating cavern this day
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- Jeff Clark
Nearing AARP age, a living testimony to grit and tenacity. Bone spurs, broken back, the diverse number of people who would love to own his legacy: Jeff still floats it.
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- HMB FD
Great guys. Life vest equipped. But the jackets? Ummm....
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- Mid day Maverick
Yep, just another Maverick's moment. Great drop and part of a cool sequence. Canon 5DM2 and 24-70 f2.8 L series magic. The resolution is amazing.
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- The mighty 47 MLB
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- Surge
The swell peaking and going into the unrideable zone.
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- Shawn and Carlos
One of a big handful of truly valiant people this day, Carlos Burle post wash. Heavy. Charging back.
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- Shawn Alladio and Mavericks
Shawn likes big water. She has trained many people at Pillar Point, and survived a face off with possibly the largest breaking coastal wave in history here. How much she loves it is in her eyes.
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- Beauty
The selection of surfers to attack this venue proved to be a good one. What a gift. All the way around.
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- Motivation. Carlos Burle and Shawn Alladio
The reason any of us involves ourselves in ocean safety. We love our friends and want them to come home safe.
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- Gmac and Vince
One stays in Zone one the other heads Zone 2
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- GoPro Brad
Brad rocked support and tech and filming for the Mavericks event and K 38. Our uber talented nerd colleague with his huge contributions and teensy cameras and great mounts.
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- Team Brief. 5 am
Followed by a prayer and an oath. This is life and an affirmation to maintaining discipline, no matter what the cost. The goal? To not break our rules, so that no one dies.
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- K38, Mavericks Water Patrol
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- Brad's mighty Go Pro Rescue board mount
K38 mavericks water patrol
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- Days End, HMB Harbor, Pillar Point
Everybody is gone, and we are packed up and ready to roll downcoast towards home. A little music, a dinner packed into the truck, Shaniah in the backseat watching Scooby do, and we are off.
Nice.
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Friday, November 6th, 2009
 Textures and Light
I like to listen to things. Sound is life. People think that because I am a photographer, I am all about light. But light and color are merely indicators of a signature flowing through creation that is sound. So I listen and try to decipher, to hear, comprehend, move forward.
Certain things that I hear create textures that eventually comprise threads which in turn weave the tapestry of life. You all get to see that, as I photograph those instants.
It is Fall here in Ventura California. The voices in my life burst forth in a timbre that in turn, becomes something remarkable. Here is a sampling of some heard, these past few weeks. The view is rich but the sonnet, remarkably breath catching.
From film maker Gregory Schell.
“California Forever” Jean Baudrillard, (1986)
The sunsets of California are giant rainbows lasting for an hour. The seasons here make no sense: in the morning it is spring, at noon it is summer, and the desert nights are cold without it ever being winter. It is a kind of suspended eternity in which the year is renewed daily, with the guarantee that it will be like this each day, that every evening will be that rainbow of all the colors of the spectrum in which light, after having reigned all day long in its indivisible form, in the evening fragments into all the nuances of color that make it up, before it finally disappears. Nuances which are already those of the instant rainbow catching fire in the wind on the crest of the Pacific waves. This is the invulnerable grace of the climate, privilege of a nature that completes that insane richness that is man’s.”
From EMT and Photographer Charlie Witmer.
I’ll try to make this brief. I went on a call recently. An older
man about 89 years old had fallen out of bed at a supervised care
facility in his apartment and hit the call button around his
neck.The nurses all huddled around him said he hurt his legs. I
said to him “Hi my name is charlie, what’s yours?” The answer to
this brief introduction usually yields a clear picture of
orientation, slurred or clear speech,and affect of a patient. he
said, “My name is Ed” I noticed he was unclothed except for a
diaper he was wearing. I inquired as to whether or not he was
injured, lost consciousness, had any shortness of breath, chest
pain, and a few other annoying questions. He informed me that “I
just want to be put back to bed” I told him I had to perform a
hands on physical exam to rule out any injuries but that I first
had to move him away from the edge of the bed. I reached under his head
shoulders and chest while the other firefighter got under his pelvis and
legs and we moved him in unison out away from the bed. He
was putting his full trust in me. It was then that I looked up and saw the
photos of a much younger “Ed”. He had been a USN Commander and was in fact
the lead pilot of the Blue Angels at a point earlier in his life.
I asked him if that was his photo up there and he confirmed it. I
immediately told him how I admired the Blue Angels and In my mind they
“are the best of the best”. I felt so humbled and honored to be able to
help this unsung hero.I pondered in my mind what it must be like going
from having a rocket strapped to your ass, screaming through the wild blue
yonder at super sonic speed, only to land next to your bed over 50 years
later unable to get up on your own power
It also struck me like hammer that our glory days are so fleeting
and in time they become a faded memory. We really can’t take any of
it with us so we must make the most of what we have right now and
give what we can while we can.
I sent “Ed” off to the hospital having just been privileged to touch
some living history and honored to have met such a special man.
A poignant blog by photojournalist Logan Mock Bunting
From my friend and team leader, K38’s Shawn Alladio, an excerpt from a debriefing on the death of Cesare Visrara:
2 days ago, Cesare received his final send out in Italy. Rest In Peace. Life has been fair to all of us. We have a job to do and it is not finished. Learn better leadership skills,stay steady, stay strong, lead with integrity, lead without fault, use the standards, do not deviate. You must be physically fit! You have to be fit to do the job to the ending! Pay attention! You have to develop a stronger mindset. I do not want to work with idiots or mediocrity. Idiots and mediocrity kill people, destroy team ethics and has no place near K38, so get the fuck out of the way if you want to be weak. Strength is what you need, are you good enough? You better be, if not dig deep and make it happen. Find your weakness and change it. Don’t be afraid.
I want all of you to rest in peace as well. It is time to move forward and not stare at our past, but look forward to our future work and goals and becoming a better person from this experience.
As usual Seth Godin dropped this into my e mail just now. One of the voices.
There are many more things that I have heard this week. This blog could go on for way too many pages. But I recount those, to show and tell you this:
Things we hear, choose to listen to and embrace, pay great dividends. So discern and cherish those. Look at the texture it creates. You feel it. May you never hear those words: “You never listen to me.” What we hear becomes the light on the highway of life.
Listen to this while you look at these. The Earth whispers this to us non stop.
Did you hear that?
 Zuma Post
 Cesare Vismara: Lifemarker K38
 Pumpkin Patch Moonrise
 Sustainable Landscape Architect: Devin Slavin
 Community Activist, Camille Harris
 Photojournalist Helen Yonker
 Ventura Voices
 Trees as Men: Ventura Eucalyptus
 Mary, Dimples, Mary McGrath
 Lars Rathje
 Ventura Harbor
 California St
 Dafoe's Vintage Bottle Shared
 Ventura Pier Sunset
 Two
 Two Tree Sentinels
 Highway One
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