Montauk Trip 2010 - Early Oct

Took a trip to Montauk to fish with some amigos. Here are some pics.

Getting ready at 12am to get up at 5am.

On the water before 6am.
My favorite lure. Even though he wasn't cut out for the conditions. 18ft waves on Friday and 20-30mph winds the entire weekend will kick your ass when you're trying to fish in the surf. I only got knocked down once, but I was almost knocked over about a hundred times.
This guy was hanging onto this flower for dear life.
My first fish of the trip, a baby blue. Bucktails were about the only thing that worked in those waves and in that wind. Red pork rind tails baby!
Steve and his first fish.
My keeper that within 30 seconds of this photo being taken was swept back to sea by a rogue wave that slammed up the shore and took her even though I dove into the sand to stop her. Live and learn, I will not make that mistake again. I hope to see you another day when you're much fatter.
Bass number two. A bit too small.
Bass number three. And that's it for me.


A random sculpture on the beach.And here we have a video that is sure to upset most people. But I think Bobby McFerrin has that affect on most people.

Second post card submission

I wanted to try another idea I had. I took the postcards and lit them on fire, all the black is from the flame coming up and "painting" the wood in unpredictable ways. I then looked at each and imagined, if those burn marks were people, what would they look like? And these are them.

Update: I never submitted these in the end. :(

Brownstones to Red Dirt submission

Dave and Chad, co-workers of mine at Blue Sky, made a documentary and have organized an art auction to raise money to help build a school in Sierra Leone. This is my submission.

Graphite done on thin postcards of wood. I haven't done any hand drawings in a long time so this was a fun way to get back into it. Check out the blog with everyone's submissions here, there are a ton of gorgeous pieces up for sale for a good cause:

http://btorpostcards.blogspot.com/

VT

I realized I hadn't posted anything in almost a year, but then I realized that's because I haven't done anything creative really in the last year. Found this image saved from a few months ago and thought I'd put it up. Hopefully more to come soon.

Happy Holidays!!!!

Montauk Trip Two

Went to Montauk again but this time the weather was gorgeous. It was sunny, warm, the water was crystal clear and not a cloud in the sky. So of course there were no fish that day. Well, we saw some, but they weren't biting for anyone. Saw maybe three fish caught all day. But even though I didn't catch crap it was a good time. Even took a nap in the grass on the beach by where the seals come to play. Took some pics of things while I wasn't catching fish.

It's hard not to stare into the sun, it's so beautiful.

A wave crashing on a boulder I was fishing on. Once the waves started to crash I decided to move.

This dead guy was at least 40", I would have loved to have seen him alive. I stuck my lure in his mouth so when I say I had a 40" fish on the other end of my line I won't be lying.

Oh, and look at that, the hole in his belly offered up some life. They were calling to me "Remember that time when you were a kid and you accidentally drank maggots in your hot cocoa thinking they were mini marshmallows? Well, we're back!". True story.

Why are butterflies called butterflies? They don't have anything to do with butter. They don't make butter. They don't look like butter. Do they taste like butter? Should call them beautyflies.

This is my favorite pic of the day. Soon enough he'll be hibernating the winter away. Or dead after jamming his stinger deep into my flesh for getting so close.

Montauk Trip One

Went to Montauk with Steve last week. It was a pretty craze day. Never saw fish blitz like that, the sea was boiling with carnage and all you had to do was follow the boil and cast into it. If you're lucky a fish would bite down. That day chances were very good. We headed out at 2am (that's right, 2am). Got there at 5am, waited an hour for Steve's friend, hit the shore, fished straight from sun up to sun down, then headed back to White Plains. Got home around 10pm exhausted. But no sleep for me, I had to fillet my catch!

Kept this one, he was about 30".