Cattle Don't Surf

Havn't been surfin much and have lost rythym with writing.

Been sculpting again, redgum.
Developing an online gallery for artwork.
Fininishing projects.

Cattle don't write either.
I've been mowing lawns too.

Pullin In

At last, a surf to write about.
Bit small, but the odd set was worth the wait. Offshore, overcast, a weekday so it was uncrowded; Ideal conditions.

There was a decent size wave that I was racin along the wall of. Then I was in the posi of pullin in. I didn't, I dived. Mighta stopped gettin meself crunched, but also missed the possible opportunity of a juicy tube.

As I was paddling back out I was thinkin about art and the opportunities missed.
Fortune follows the brave. Instead, Ive dived when vulnerable, not entered prizes, not put my art on the line. I've avoided being judged, or placing my art on walls only to be ignored. I've preferred poverty and obscurity rather than 'pullin in'.

Spose I better get me a commercial site. Put it out there. I will bare myself and trust that a juicy tube will come.