These are the days

 At work in Oakland at 5am.

 So I can get a little of this in before school

 Blue Velvet

 Peaks for days

 Glad that the whole shortboard thing is finally getting figured out. It's about time.

I love Ocean Beach so much

Sparkle Magic

I did not take this photo. I took this photo. I mean I stole it from the internet.

This is one of my favorites. Can't remember where it came from. It appears to be early morning, winter, and a big swell running. I like it because I can point to my block. It puts in to perspective exactly how much I live on the edge of San Francisco.

Why change?

The bridge

cutback, Fort Point

Frontside Grind, Fort Point

"Fort Point, that's not a point break." - Gus

"I've broken surfers down into four categories: punks, kooks, the dedicated nothing, and the senile surf freak. The punks - they're the only ones we have left. They're the last hope."
- Miki Dora

That Light

Winter is Coming

Bring it on.

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Yeah, it's back

What is Connoisseurs of Concrete? Connoisseurs of Concrete was a zine started by Al Cheves in the 80's. I worked on it, too, then did a few issues on my own a few years back, when life was a tornado of self-abuse, and worse still, abuse of xerox machines, staplers and Needles and Pens' shelf space.
The Primary Focus of Connoisseurs of Concrete, back in the day, was skateboarding, and all of the fun that goes with it, including some serious partying.
While skating still occupies a place in my heart that is in my personal hall of fame, I would be a liar and a fraud if I still called myself a true skateboarder. So why the name? Draw your own conclusions.
What will be in Connoisseurs of Concrete? Skateboarding? 
Well, sure, but other stuff too. Surfing. Diatribes. Anything and everything.  But make no mistake:

It will be like nothing you have ever seen.
The above image is there to illustrate a point:
The wags and toadies will tell you that it's over, that it's all been done, that nothing is the same and that everything's been ruined. Has it? It has, but only if you believe what they say.
On the other hand, you can find all the stuff that's ever been worth it, all of the beauty and adrenaline and unspoiled, original glory, but only if you believe that you can.
            People will tell you that Ocean Beach is ugly, that it's boring, that it's spoiled and foggy and cold and miserable and I just have to ask: What do you think? The above picture was taken in 1954. Could Ocean Beach be as beautiful today as it was then? To answer that question, you can either believe what you hear, or believe what you see. What do you wanna do?