Shaped out of an old stripped board using hand tools.
Painted in my school's art room during a few lunchtimes.
The inspirational grom himself!
I'm dreaming for my son. A cleaner world with sweet shoulder high peelers everywhere you look. A mellow crowd giggling at each other's kookiness and hooting for the every-hero. A wave shared with me, him ripping past me and making me remember my "good ol' years". Creativity and choice, balance between productivity and beauty. I'm dreaming of a thousand beachside smiles and some miles on the hiking trails. "Hey, Dad, how much farther?" "We're there already." Really, we are.