'Relentless Energy Presents'
'Dark Side of the Lens'
'Dedicated to my Sister Cherry'
'Who Always Believed'
<Moors of Ireland>
Life is a very symphonized race to embrace
Ma always encouraged us to open our eyes and hearts to the world
Make up our own minds for experience, and be inspired
I see life in angles, in lines of perspec'ive
A sloight turn of the head, the blink of an eye
Subtle glimpses of magic, ever [fate] moigh' pass by
Cameras help me transla'e, interpre', understand wha' I see
It's a simple light that keeps me grinnin'
I never set out to become anythin' in particular
Only to live crea'ively and push the scope of my experience fthrough adventahr and fthrough passion
The -- means some'in to me
Same as most anyone with dreams
My hear' bleeds Celti' blood
And I'm magnetized to familiar frontiers
Raw, brutal, cold coastline for the roight waveriders to challenge
This is where my hear' beats hardest
I try to pay tribu'e to tha' magi' for the pho'ographs
Wherever in the endless storms for raw glimpses of magic each winter is bof a blessin' and a curse I relish
I wanna see waveridin' documen'ed the way I see i' in my head and feel i' in the sea
I's a strange set of skills to begin to acquire
I's only achievable through time spen' ridin' waves
All soughe's of waves on all soughe's of crafts means more time learnin' out on the water
Floatin' in the sea amongs' lumps of swell
Ya always learn sugm'in
Has been a lifelon' wise-ol' classroom teachah of soughe's
And ho'efully always will be
Buried beneath headlands shaping the coast
Mindblowin' images of empty waves blowin' away at me
Solid ocean swehwls power through deep col' watah
Waves wi' weight
The couch from comfortable routine ignite the imagination
Invite sum of tha [foines] spark, whisper possibilities
- situations I thrive amongs' an' love to documen'
Who'll take nex' in the process
Broken backs, drownings, near drownings, hypothermia, dislocations, fractahes, frostboigh'e, head woun's, stitches, concussions, bro'e mhay arm, and tha's jus the las' couple of yeahrs
Still look forward to getting amongst ah' leas' one although
Cold creepin' into your core, drivin' you mad, day aftah day
Mumblin' to youhself whiw'e you hol' position an' waih' fourh the nex' se' to come
The dark side of the lens
An artform unto i'self the bes', solid workhorses of the surfin' world
There's no sugah or cliche
Most fol' don't even know who we ah, wha' we do, or rghow we do i'
Le' alone gonna pay us for i'
I never wanna ta'e this granted
So I try to keep motivation simple, real, positive
If I only scrape a livin', at least it's a livin' worth scrapin'
If there's no futahr in i', a' leas' there's the present worth remembering
For foires of happiness and waves of gra'itude
For everyfin tha' brough' us to tha' poin' on earth a' tha' momen' in time
To do somefin worf rememberin with a photograf or a scahr
I feel genuinely lucky to say hand on hear' to say I love doin' what I do
And I may never be a rich man
If I live long enough
I'll certainly have a tale or two for the nephews
And I dig the though' of tha'
'Director of Photographs Allan Wilson'
'Music by Mickey Smith'
'Music Production Nat Wason/Strays'
'Assistant Producer Rivie Verran'
'Additional Sound Crispin Larratt'
'Production Post Production Astray Films'
'Directed by Mickey Smith'
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