SURFBOARD FACTORY, THERE IS MORE!

Of course there is more! 

There is bound to be, especially spending many hours / decades in surfboard factories. Perhaps mind-numbingly repetitive, but there is always more. I guess the task at hand, from a taking photos around the factory stance, is trying to find new angles among the humdrum and everyday at work. Still, people tend to marvel when I answer 'surfboard sprayer' when asked what I do. To lend more substance I'm glad to add artist & photographer.

The inclusion of various surfboard labels going through the factory does spice things up toward being interesting. Over the years most major surfboard labels, both national and international, have visited and put numbers through the Ocean Magic factory.

Including:

• Pyzel
• Town & Country
• Hawaiian Island Creations
• Lost / Mayhem
• Nev
• Mambo
• Mark Phipps
• Gash

Among many more!

So here are a few more photos from around the factory over the last few weeks.

That's all for now.

But waiting for paint to dry will not be a luxury option over the next few weeks. World renowned surfer and maverick surfboard designer/shaper Cheyne Horan is visiting next week. He will be shaping at the OM surfboard factory throughout May.

IT WASN'T ME!

Uh-oh spaghettiOs! What a mishap.

I cycled past this and had to double back for a closer look. Not sure what happened, but it is strange. Curious how the paint tin is upright and lid submerged by its side, the spillage is in a fairly contained area, with no obvious direction of its fall.

Anyway, it lent itself to a photograph.

SURFBOARD FACTORY

On the back of a couple of previous surfboard factory posts, here is one more!

At first, taking a few photos around the surfboard factory was just a way to kill a little time as paint dries; what with the slow start to the year n'all. Now, I find myself seeing snippets here and there and reaching for my camera. Maybe it will continue!

That said, yesterday's sunshine won my attention and we all sat outside. It's a 'win, win!' Sunshine and laughter outside, or remaining intrigued with hidden images to find, inside.

HANDS UP! WHO SPOKE TOO SOON?

ME, THAT'S WHO!

My blushes would have been saved if a weather forecast had been watched before confirming yesterday's post.

There I was, swooning over the springtime bird song. Claiming the change toward summer was secure, and winter was behind us. Breathing deeply along with the northern hemisphere, as the late arrival of spring was merely a springboard (excuse me) toward long, hot, summer days. Exchanging umbrellas for parasols; waterproofs for board-shorts; winter stews for salad; G&T's at home for beer in a pub garden.

BUT NO!

It was only when the evening forecast was seen, did I realise, the size of the misleading waffle delivery in the morning post.

Screaming northwesterlies, 1o°C, pelting downpours. Bins blowing over, litter flying, pedestrians soaked and leaning 45° into the gusts. Please make it stop!

It is now the afternoon and the conditions have pulled up from the nosedive. Just about. The NW wind prevails, but the sun is out, and we carry on.