Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Brent Russel was operating on a whole separate plane of existence today. He just rose above, and flew the fuck away.

The above sequence is a short snip from a 32 frame total, complete with not one but two excellent cutbacks after the noseride was completed (and there's a lot more frames in this sequence of that, and it just went on and on and on), and every one of the images is crackerjack, and I only wish I had room for the whole thing, but alas I do not.

This was his first wave.

Just paddle out, wait for one, and boom, he's gone to some place that you or I cannot go.

But we can watch, and that's pretty nice, too.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

It was just "one of those days."

Nothing you can really add to it, except that it was almost like a time machine or something.

The old spot, the old crew, and the old style.

No real crowd to speak of, just the regulars, and everybody was getting their share, and knocking 'em out of the park.

But Brent..... Brent was just somewhere else and I must apologize to everyone else for not including shots I got of them.

I had to fill this thing up with shots of Brent, and my only regret is that there is no more room for additional shots.

Hell of a damn day, all the way around.