In the begining...

There was Instagram...

And lo, it was good.
 

For posting pictures of your latest meal, pictures of your dog and holiday snaps Instagram is the default way to share images online. The app is easy to use and sharing is a doddle. Even a child can do it. Look below, there's a child using a mobile phone...

This little chap is probably uploading a photograph so the other kids in the playground can view his latest attempt at colouring in but I'm above that. I think. I'm not sure. I've not had the chance to any colouring in for quite a while now.

Anyhoo... Instagram is where we all now drop our memories to keep us from having to remember all that stuff that takes up time between waking up and going back to bed.

Surely all of us can make a little bit of cashola from these images was my thinking when I stumbled across Instaprints. It's a fine looking site that allows you to use your images to generate money. After logging in it's pretty simple to choose which images you wish to sell and creating galleries if you're so inclined is also a walk in the park.

I have a few images in my Instaprints gallery and all are now available for sale in various different formats.

Whether or not anyone buys them is another thing.


Mahalo.

Behold the rainbow...

Here's a fun way to waste an hour.

Just pick a few colours and watch the results float into view.

Mercedes Benz SL65 Black Edition...

This car is a thing of beauty.

























To get a copy of any of these pictures do the clicky picky thing.

More Wallpapers...

For those of you who just can't get enough of wallpapers...







More Wallpapers available by clicking the links below.

This Weeks Desktops.

Wallpapers.

Motorcycle Wallpapers...

Yet another post of my favorite wallpapers. To get the full size image click on the thumbnail.

Ducati 1098 on the track.



Valentino Rossi on board the Honda NSR 500



Mick Dohhan sliding the Honda NSR 500



MV Augusta F4



Kevin Schwantz on the Lucky Strike Suzuki



Barry Sheene leads the way.



Barry Sheene painting.



Nori Haga on the Yamaha world super bike.



Kenny Roberts on board the Yamaha 500cc



Shelby Mustang



Shelby Mustang



Shelby Mustang.

Happy Birthday Hunter...

It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era — the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run... but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant...
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of 'history' it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time — and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened
My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights — or very early mornings — when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour... booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turnoff to take when I got to the other end... but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: no doubt at all about that...
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda... You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning...
And that, I think, was the handle — that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply PREVAIL. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave...
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

Hunter S Thompson - Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

Big Wave Surfing Wallpapers...

Here are some big wave surfing wallpapers for you.

To download the full size image click on the thumbnail.

And for those of you who just can't get enough of big wave surfing here's a truly amazing video documenting the evolution of the sport itself from the early pioneers of Pipeline, Waimea bay to the modern day surfers of waves such as Mavericks, Jaws (or Peahi as it is also known) and what some have claimed is the perfect wave, Chopu.



By all means whip yourself over to google video and download a copy of this movie as I can honestly say it is one of the best surfing videos ever made.