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HD Surf HERO Cam Is Much Too Cool

Making videos like this is almost worth risking life and limb and the near death experience that will surely follow!

I do not surf. However, making videos like this is almost worth risking life and limb and the near death experience that will surely follow! A small $269 HD Surf HERO camera is suctioned to the end of the board. The video is recorded in high def digitally with no tape or moving parts!

It should be noted most people if given the chance would opt for a telephoto lens. This video is what it is only because the HD Surf HERO goes the other way with a very wide angle lens, the opposite of telephoto. A wide angle lens is often a much more versatile choice for photography and video.

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Surfing At Newport Beach

We’re approaching mid-January but I’m on my cousin’s deck, sitting outside typing this entry. Granted, I’m about to go back inside, but the point is, I could sit outside!

It’s Orange County in Southern California. People were wearing jackets last night, but that’s about as cold as it ever gets – ever.

I went to work with my cousins today. I sat in on a meeting about their business and an Internet site. I butted in a few times. I hope I did more good than harm. One never can tell.

Michael and I bugged out after the meeting and headed west. Before long, we were in Newport Beach.

Before this trip to California, I knew I wanted to photograph surfers. It’s not that I’m into surfing or surfer boys, but surfing makes for good photography. My main ‘surfing’ lens is also my lowest quality lens, but with strong light it gets the job done.

Today’s photo problem was the light was behind the surfers. It shows in the pictures. If I had unlimited time and access, I’d come out in the morning when the Sun would be over my shoulder.

Newport Beach was attractive for a number of reasons. Like much of Southern California, there’s a thriving business district right up to the beach. There are cafes and shops and foot traffic. There’s also plenty of parking… or at least enough for a January afternoon.

Newport Beach also has a long pier. That allowed me to go out as far as the surfers, though still far away.

I took nearly 300 photos today. That’s crazy. In the film days, this never would have happened. Ansel Adams only had eight or ten plates when he hiked into the back country.

Digital photography is a blessing and a curse. The curse is, it encourages you to be slutty with your camera, shooting anything that moves (Slutty is the right word, isn’t it?).

We spent a couple of hours at the beach. The day was beautiful and mild. The waves were running five and six feet.

I called Helaine to tell her to throw a few things in a bag and join me. Whatever she couldn’t take, we’d get here.

There’s a lot to be said for the warm California sun. I’m still going back home tomorrow.

Bad Weather In Florida Is Still Great

Last night on the news, meteorologists were raising the volume on this unseasonable cold Florida weather. “You’ll need a sweater,” one said. “The kids will want to wear coats to the bus stop,” added another.

It was in the 60s today. It was sunny. It was beautiful. It’s Florida. No complaints from me.

Our flight home is at 2:55 PM tomorrow. At 2:55 PM today we got our boarding passes. On Southwest, that’s how you get seated together.

It wasn’t until after the boarding passes that we considered leaving the house. Actually, before we left a friend of my parents came so I could explain how a photo book is made.

Here’s what I discovered. You can’t explain. It’s something organic which must be done to be learned. This isn’t to say she didn’t take copious notes. She did. But she’ll have to play around and ad lib to get anything going.

No matter what I said, it wasn’t going to be the whole story.

We left my parents’ condo and drove toward the beach. My parents are way out west, past Military Trail. The beach is straight down Boynton Beach Blvd to Federal Highway (aka Route 1) a quick jog to Ocean, and then over the Intracoastal draw bridge to Route A1A. We turned north toward Palm Beach.

I know this area well. I worked at 3000 South Ocean Blvd (A1A) in Palm Beach back in the late 60s/early 70s. It was a radio station located right on the beach. How stupid was I to leave that idyllic spot?

There’s been lots of new construction over the years, but much of what I remember is still here.

We drove up A1A past the very expensive, very little towns that fill the barrier islands along Florida’s East Coast. There were condos and houses – some immense monuments to conspicuous consumption.

I looked down at the rushing current as we drove over Boynton Inlet and onto Manalapan. For 35+ years I haven’t been able to not look at Boynton Inlet every single time I drove over it.

We turned right just past Lake Avenue, into the parking lot for Lake Worth’s municipal beach. This beach is actually an easement carved out of Palm Beach.

A few days of stiff breeze had whipped up the surf. That’s what I was expecting. It was my chance to take some surfer photos.

I found a place where a few other photographers had congregated and quickly developed a case of lens envy. That lens you see is a 400mm F4. It’s longer than my longest lens and captures a whole lot more light.

Most non-photographers are surprised to hear the lens is a few times more expensive than the camera it’s mounted on!

The laptop I’ve brought with me is pretty old and very slow. I’m hoping I posted the best surfing shots, but I’m really not sure. I definitely know they will be differently tweaked when I get home.


It was chilly on the beach. Helaine and my folks retreated to the car. I went down to the water line. Being there gave me a slightly different perspective and allowed my feet to go underwater at the tide continued to come in! Oops.

As I was getting ready to leave, I saw a cluster of birds hovering right at the shore. A man in a t-short was holding his hand out, a piece of bread between his fingers. The birds were thrilled to fight the wind and get the bread.

As long as we were down by the beach, we headed to the Banana Boat for dinner. It’s a seafood place right on the Intracoastal Waterway.

My seafood pasta was perfect.

More Sunshine From Puerto Vallarta

Aboard the Norwegian Star

I just heard the captain’s voice over the P.A. system. We’re about to get underway, leaving the dock at Puerto Vallarta. We were already here when I work up this morning.

I just can’t figure out how this happened – Wal*Mart and Sam’s Club are both, literally, across the street from the marina where we’re docked. There is something terribly wrong with this picture (though I’ll bet there are passengers who’ve come back with discount supplies, now stashed in their staterooms)

I want this cruise to be special. Maybe I’ll be spoiled. Maybe I’ll be pampered. I don’t want to dock across the street from Wal*Mart! Wal*Mart is the antithesis of why I’m cruising (and this has nothing to do with any controversy that already surrounds Wal*Mart).

Helaine and Steffie had a surprise planned for me, so we were awake on a schedule to shower in turn and catch the tour bus. We’d left a continental breakfast order last night, and it was delivered to the room right on time.

We got off the ship and headed into a bus. At the front was Cervander, our guide. He said it was an unusual name… somewhere between Cervantes and Cervesa. He was very personable and pointed out many of the sights along the way.

No one in the states knew Puerto Vallarta until “Night of the Iguana” was filmed there. Richard Burton and Ava Gardner was enough to pique our curiosity.

Puerto Vallarta is loaded with beach front property. Some of it is rugged, with cliffs rising from the water’s edge. In other spots there are white sandy beaches with ‘surfer size’ breakers.

This was to be a tropical jungle tour. On the one hand, that sounds spectacular. On the other hand, it implies a lot of rain! Luckily, we’re in the dry season, so this was a somewhat subdued jungle.

We headed to a restaurant, site of some scenes from “Predator,” with Governors Schwarzenegger and Ventura. Other that the shell of a prop helicopter, you’d never know.

We left the bus, made our lunch orders and, as a group, headed on a nature hike.

This area is lush with all sorts of flora and fauna. Today there was much more flora around. It was interesting to see the unusual vegetation and walk through a narrow, twisty, climbing trail.

Among other trees we saw bamboo growing. That surprised me because I didn’t think bamboo was indigenous to Mexico. Helaine looked for a koala. I’m putting the photo here,in case I’ve totally screwed up and misidentified what I saw.

We returned to the restaurant and I had an OK chicken fajitas. Nothing special, but we weren’t here for the food.

The restaurant was built adjacent to a river, with a waterfall just upstream. Some from the group waded in a flowing pond of cold water.

After lunch it was into Puerto Vallarta proper. The tour was supposed to take a half hour shopping break before continuing back to the docks. We decided we needed more than thirty minutes, so we told Cervander and ventured out.

The shopping area of Puerto Vallarta was a mix of US tourists and local families (this is, after all, Sunday). I have been in foreign ports where I felt unwelcome or even threatened. Not here.

The shopping area is built along a seawall. At the base are large smooth stones, which take the brunt of the Pacific’s waves. Every once in a while, white spray will rise as a particularly vigorous breaker strikes.

I didn’t go into too many stores, but it looked like jewelry and crafts from local artisans were the dominant force. Right along the beach front a few artists had set up paintings for sale.

Between a large church (it had that stately feel of a church that was probably the focal point of the city at one time) and the water was a plaza area. Within that plaza were a few large statues, including one with a mermaid.

Two young Mexican girls – the older might not have been 5 years old, were playing on the statue. When they saw my camera they playfully smiled.

There’s a line when it comes to photographing ‘strange’ children. Normally, I wouldn’t have taken the pictures, but under these circumstances it seemed right. They were so beautiful, in such a beautiful place.

Helaine and Stef were shopping as I continued to snap off some shots. When they came to meet me, there was a problem.

Helaine had tripped on a step and hurt her ankle. The pain was really bad at first, but she was able to walk on the leg. She didn’t want medical assistance.

Tonight, after a few hours, the leg is really hurting. She can still walk on it, but not easily. Even taking weight off the foot doesn’t bring relief. It is swollen, though not enough that I’d worry about a break.

I hope her leg won’t put too much of a damper on the vacation. We’ll have to see what develops over time.

At the moment we’re in the middle of our ‘showering by shift’ routine. We have a 7:30 reservation at Le Bistro, the French restaurant aboard the Norwegian Star.

Though food is included on our cruise, there are a few restaurants that have ‘special’ meals for a moderate surcharge. This is one. Helaine has read lots about their chocolate fondue. We’re all looking forward to trying it.

As further proof it’s not Helaine’s day, while she was in the shower we ran out of soap! Soap is dispensed as a liquid from a device on the shower’s wall. Things have been pushed behind schedule a little.

As she stood, dripping and shivering, we waited for the cabin steward to respond to my call to housekeeping and refill the dispenser.

As I write these entries, I realize there are small tidbits, usually peripheral to the main story, that I can’t include. The same goes for photos – neat, but not part of the written narrative.

When we get back, I’ll figure a way to integrate them into the blog, because I’d rather not leave anything out. Certainly, I’ll be posting dozens of photos in my online gallery.

We will wake tomorrow in Mazatlan, about 215 miles up the coast. Having a (mostly) great time. Wish you were here.

Blogger’s note: Because of the awkward Internet access on the Norwegian Star, some entries refer to the day before they are posted… like this one.

Going To Malibu

Today, let me start before the beginning. We are in a beautiful hotel. Our room in it is very nice as well. But, there has been this one nagging problem.

Last night Helaine complained that at the top of every hour, the room’s alarm clock chirped a tone. Ever the electronics wiz I looked, but could find no way to turn it off. I called housekeeping.

This being a very good hotel, without skipping a beat they offered to swap our clock for another.

While we were out today they did just that. We knew it, because when we returned the clock was a different color. Sitting next to the clock was a Casio “G” Shock watch… not ours.

Coincidently, as I walked over to pick it up and look at it, it chirped. It was the top of the hour! It hadn’t been our alarm clock making the noise but a watch, left by a prior guest. Oops.

This evening Helaine brought it to the front desk to, hopefully, be reunited with its owner.

On to our day.

The plan of attack was to head to Malibu and take in the sights. Quite honestly, the weather could have been nicer. We have overcast skies with a bit of humidity. Not a perfect California day.

Malibu is a very easy drive from ‘headquarters’ in Century City. We took a left on Santa Monica, cut up Beverly Glen to Sunset, and then west past UCLA, OJ’s old neighborhood, Pacific Palisades and down to Pacific Coast Highway at the water’s edge. From there it’s a right turn and you’re traveling north toward Ventura County.

We were all hungry, so we looked for a nice place and lucked out when we found Marmalade Cafe in a small Malibu shopping center. Luckily, there was also a Radio Shack as Helaine can’t stand the touch pad on this laptop and was desperate for a mouse.

I had blueberry pancakes (excellent) and coffee (fair).

Let me become petty for a second. Coffee is lightened with cream, not milk. When restaurants bring out that tiny pitcher with white liquid, it should be cream. It was not at Marmalade Cafe.

We got back in the car and continued our trip north. As we approached Zuma Beach I could see some surfers, so we pulled over and I got out to shoot some pictures.

It was chilly and sandy and I suppose this qualified as a Geoff thing… a photo op. Helaine and Steffie stayed in the car.

A few months ago I had seen some surfing shots on a website, and I wanted to try my luck. I believe these surfers had about the same skill level surfing as I have with photography, but I got a few good shots anyway.

This was an opportunity to throw on the ‘long’ lens, my Sigma 75-300 mm. It’s not a bad lens, though it’s sort of slow&#185. My surfers weren’t up enough to get a lot of shots, but I caught a few that were actually in focus, with the surfer atop his board.

I’d like to try this again some time on a sunny day, and a little closer to the action.

Part of the reason for this trip was to go to the Malibu Beach Colony. The Beach Colony is a very exclusive, very expensive neighborhood of homes. This is a community of the well known, well connected and powerful. The homes are behind a guard house on private roads. The backs of the houses are right on the beach.

If it were up to the people who live there, the beach behind these homes would be private – but California’s laws are pretty explicit in this regard. The land from the mean high tide line down to the ocean is public right-of-way.

We pulled into a public beach parking lot and then, while Helaine and Stef sat on the sand, I walked under a chain link fence and headed down the beach.

The homes in the Malibu Beach Colony are ridiculously expensive. Of that, there is no doubt. They are also squeezed as tightly together as can be. Yes, you can paint your neighbor’s kitchen while standing in yours!

The homes are mostly small, mostly two stories and all with incredible Pacific Ocean views. There is no Malibu architectural style. The homes are eclectic and totally different.

As I walked, there were no residents to be seen. There were, however, a lot of workers – all seemingly Hispanic men. A group of four or five were repairing and painting some steps, others were cleaning and sprucing up homes.

Actually there were some residents around – two dogs who barked at me as I passed their deck.

Peoplewise, except for me, this beach was empty.

It is a really beautiful place. Unlike the East Coast where most of the shoreline is on a coastal plain, there are cliffs and palisades along the immediate beach here. Not far to the east are steep hills separated by deeply etched canyons.

It is there, on the hills, where the really big houses sit. Some are spectacular. Others, like this ‘castle’ are just weird. More proof that money doesn’t necessarily buy taste.

When we left Connecticut there was still snow covering the grassy surfaces. Here it is definitely spring, with colors poking out as the rain fed ground gives life to flowers and plants.

Later, this summer, months after the last rain, these plants will die and set the scene for the brush fires which will surely follow. It’s the natural cycle of California. The beauty is so great – the climate so friendly – that people build here knowing full well it could all go up in a puff of smoke… or wash away in a heavy rain.

It does every single year, without fail.

We headed back toward Century City. Unlike our trip west, this time there was traffic. We crawled back up Sunset, retracing our steps to the Century Plaza. We’d need some time because we were going out to dinner tonight with my friend Howard and his wife Maria.

I’ve known Howard since our first day of college when he was (as I realized tonight) exactly Steffie’s age. We’ve been friends for over 35 years… and we’ve been friends through a lot.

Howard and Maria live here. Howard’s been in the L.A. area for close to 20 years. He is a show biz manager – a profession I still don’t understand 100%. Ido know Howard’s a great manager, especially based on some of the work his clients have had.

Tonight’s choice for dinner spot came from Steffie. We went to “Dolce” on Melrose Avenue. Melrose is very trendy, and “Dolce” fits in nicely, with celebs as the owners.

The restaurant is dark with loud (though very good) music, mostly from the 70s and 80s. The five of us sat in a banquet type booth. It is not the optimal table for conversation.

Though food was secondary in Steffie’s decision process, this was to be a meal. “Dolce” features Italian cuisine, and it was delicious. I had a pasta dish with Italian sausage. Helaine and Steffie had pasta with lobster. The portions, though not large, were decent. The food came out piping hot. Or waiter was attentive.

For desert we all had chocolate souffles which were rich and tasty. Unfortunately, it was milk and not cream (again) for my coffee! I know, I’m getting obsessive about this.

Considering this restaurant was picked more for its back story than it’s food, we were very pleasantly surprised. And, all things considered, the meals were reasonably priced.

Tomorrow, it’s dinner out with friends again! I’ll be 400 pounds by the time I get home.

&#185 – The relative speed of a lens refers to its ability to capture light. A slow lens captures less than a fast lens, forcing you to slow down the shutter speed. The faster the lens the better… and of course the more expensive.