Would of. Could of. Should of.
Danielle Brown
The forecast was for rain. The temperatures were unseasonably low. And the wind was fierce. I booked a session with Robert Sturman Studio on Thursday, October 23rd to capture SUP Yoga on my home turf, the Long Island Sound. All signs pointed to cancel the shoot. I have a low threshold for cold. I mulled this over at 530AM as any glimmer of sun was spanked by black clouds. Warm coffee in hand I looked to the sky. Would I regret not trying?
This ride was to mark the season close of my New England paddling in 2014 and I had plans to make the occasion a ceremony. There was a lot to celebrate on the SUP front this year and it deserved a proper send off.
Dark clouds, cold air and rain is nature's reminder of a spectrum - a spectrum of weather and a spectrum of choice. Within the throws of darkness there may be a solidary speck of light, and that illumination may be a beacon, on the path of growth and discovery. The chop of the sea here, a rarity in our neck of the woods, that foaming bright white reminds me of that. And I bow to its representation of the power of the sea and the depth of my love for the sport of SUP.