I didn’t really know him to be honest his life story what I knew of him was from our acquaintance out at the beach our conversations
I always felt a deep kinship now that he’s gone I can hear his voice in my head it’s calming
he left doing what he had spent so much time and energy learning, knowledge the ocean, its subtleties and unrelenting wildness
I feel saddened and a little afraid he was a kind soul I don’t have a cynical word to say it’s a great loss to those of us who shared his company
I liked his dog, she was like my dog: a wolf and his weird, translucent homemade board his shiny red coup, stacked on the roof to the brim his pink hoodie
he was older than me by a few years which is pretty damn impressive he didn’t give it up I admire him
Matt Durham
This article appears in Recycling’s new reality.
Nice tribute.