1970-1979 The 70's What a great decade for me. Music. There was lots of music. Concert after concert. Led Zeppelin, Springsteen, Neil Young, you couldn’t beat this era. I graduated high school and moved from the east coast of Virginia to the North Shore of Hawaii. For me, this move was all about surfing. All I cared about was getting to Hawaii, where the best waves in the world were. I arrived in the middle of the night but in the morning I awoke to see the bluest skies I’d ever seen, palm trees swaying in the wind and water so clear you could see straight to the bottom. It took me all of 5 seconds to decide I would never leave. I surfed a lot those first few years. At least 3 to 4 sessions a day. The best part of being on the North Shore in those early years were the uncrowded conditions. Although it was uncrowded, it was the wild west. Haoles (white guys) had to always look over their shoulders and well, I was a haole. We may have been the majority but it didn’t matter, if you screwed up, you paid for it. Dropping in on a local meant big trouble. Right or wrong, it didn’t matter, you were going to pay. Did people really get beat up? Oh yeah they did. In fact, twice for me in the seventies. Once in a night club and once in the water because a local dropped in on me and I rode behind him. Eventually, I realized I had to work to pay rent so I ended up getting a job as a shoe salesman, then a janitor, then a perishable food selector and finally a construction worker. At the age of 21, I decided to buy a camera with the intentions of becoming a surf photographer. I’d quickly learn that picking up my camera rather than my surfboard was next to impossible. It took a near fatal surf accident for me to follow thru with my plans. It was tough in the beginning because I knew no one. I was intimidated by the other photographers and would usually stick to shooting my friends. Eventually, I started to get noticed by the other surfers as the kid who took pretty good photos. In 1978 I had my first photo published as a quarter page shot in Surfing Magazine. Shortly after, a check for $25.00 showed up in my mail box. My future was decided, I was officially a published and paid surf photographer. It was a crazy and exciting time. Was it worth it? Hell yes! For me the seventies were the best, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. All the incredible waves, the beginning of my life long obsession of taking pictures, and everything was starting to take shape for me. P.S.- I made my first water housing.