The clouds were beginning to gather overhead as the sun began to burn off, falling from the sky, drifting to it's bed below the horizon. The beach was empty other than the shapes off in the distance, coming in from the water, trying to beat the cool breeze that would tickle their wet skin as soon as the sun disappeared.

These were the moments that were magical. Her skin was still warm from the remaining rays that were blanketing her body - protecting her from the few shadows that occasionally crossed her path. The water was warm as it licked at her toes - the sand only able to stick for a second before being washed away.

Her hair was a mess, but at the same time exquisite. The salt from the ocean had dried, spiraling her hair into broad tuffs that fell to her shoulder. The fading sun, coupled with the salt made her hair appear a shade lighter - almost bleach blond, but still strikingly beautiful.

The breeze was beginning to pick up - creating goosebumps on her exposed skin. It was almost impossible to see the hair on her arm standing on end - the sun having faded all color. The breeze also stirred the leaves in the trees - enough to fool her ears into thinking it was beginning to rain.

Silly her.

It doesn't rain in paradise.

Sunsets on the shore are not like any other sunset in the world. They're different from the rest.

Everything goes quiet in the moment(s) leading up to the disappearance of the sun - nature seems to know of the sacred moment that is about to occur. There are no gulls laughing, crickets chirping - just absolute silence. The only noise is the swirling wind, which in a strange way, intensifies the lack of all other sounds.

It's like a void is created - separating the real world from that one particular moment.

When the sun begins to fall, the view is just astounding. The bright white light that was once illuminating the sky slowly and steadily begins its decomposing to yellow, orange, pink, and finally red. It will always appear that the sky is on fire - the clouds appearing to be smoldering ashes left behind as the remaining light burns off over the horizon.

The most miraculous part is the water. It doesn't change color - no, it does something much more spectacular. It knows of the end of the day. The lower the sun dives , the smaller and more docile the waves become. They know their day is over and it is time to calm down.

The whole experience is something that everyone should be lucky enough to view in their lifetime. As beautiful and mesmerizing as it is - it's over in an instant - only lasting a few mere minutes.

As quickly as it begins, it's over.

But, luckily, that's when the twilight begins and more magic occurs...

New Phase

Do I love telling stories? Absolutely. Do I enjoy writing? Of course.

It finally clicked to me why I love this blog so much - I get to do both.

One of my main concerns out here was that I would lose hold of my creative side. Sure, I'm always imagining things, but with work and long hours, it would have been easy to stop the creative process. Originally my two roommates and I were planning on writing a web series (so 6-13 half hour scripts) to shoot and put online. What happened to those plans? We all work and we're all always bushed when we get home.

So I decided after this failure, that I'd try to write a script. Did this happen? Nope. I realized this the other day and got upset with myself. How could I forget/give up on a goal so easily?

But then it dawned on me - I've been writing creatively on here, almost every day for the last month. This has been my easel. My imagination. My playground. And frankly, it's been awesome. So thank you for sticking with me since each story is written on the spot and not really edited.

With that said though - I need to break tradition for a day. While I do have more stories I want to share - I'll share some of my other creativity that has been boiling over.

Recently while at work with nothing to do - rather than surf the web or eat (yes, I'm one of those people who will eat out of boredom - fatty at heart), I have been practicing my graphic design skills, specifically in photoshop.

What have I been doing? Creating t-shirt or album cover designs for bands I like.

Take a looksy and let me know what you think...

Do they make sense? No not really. Do I make sense? Not most of the time.

Yay art.

Yay creativity.

So, the Foo Fighters had a slew of secret small shows throughout LA (5 to be exact). Unfortunately I wasn't fortunate to make it into any of them. Sad I know, but in a city of 3.8 million people, could I honestly have expected to get into a show of 150?

Hell no.

So, of course, I've been on a Foo kick recently. It also doesn't help that they have a new album coming out in a month (dare I say I pumped).

Does it help (again) that they just released a new single? Of course not.

Listen to it!

As a result to all this Fooness - I've been watching a bunch of old videos and found this gem.

A tribute...if you will.



I'll admit the band is pretty terrible - including the off-key background singers.

But, I do think Grohl holds his own paying tribute to a classic.

You agree?

I mean, the man can basically do anything.

It's been a while since I've posted a video.

The reason? Nothing has really moved me in a while.

The following video very much moves me. Not only is it beautiful and not only is it fun to watch, it looks like it was a blast to shoot. The people in it seem genuinely happy. It's a great piece because it seems less about the actual footage and more about the experience of the moment(s).

Does it make me want to go to Brazil even more? You bet your ass it does.

I hope I get there soon. You are more than free to join me.

Any takers?


Ferias no Brasil from Javi Devitt on Vimeo.

The bins were still empty. The lids remained shut. They hadn't been rooted through yet for the seagulls were not around.

The air was still cold. Too cold for any gull to playfully laugh in - their heads still white to match the frigid temperature.

The beach was barren. No tracks except the occasional few, treading near the water, only to wind back up through the dunes.

It was almost time though. The clouds were beginning to thin and the sun was starting break through. Day by day the air was getting warmer.

Soon enough the gulls would be back to claim the beach as theirs.

It was just the beginning of Spring, but they could taste Summer in the air.

There has always been something eerie about the beach at night - yet something magical. The only light around is the moon, only allowing you to see as far as you need to - playing off the water, teasing you with visions of what may be out in the distance.

It's not eerie in the sense that something is going to happen to you, but rather, you are so vulnerable.

Beyond the dunes the lights of the streets glow warmly, but only in a haze that doesn't stretch far into the sky. The breeze is always churning, bringing a chill to your skin - its rare for a still night.

Between the sounds of the crashing waves and the wind, you're deaf to everything else in the world.

Around you is black - the moon only revealing so much.

You know there are creatures out there, scurrying about, but you don't know where.

Really, you're just so tiny and alone on the beach.

But, that's why it's so magical. You feel small. You feel the Earth's presence. You smell it in the air, feel it against your bare feet.

You don't rule this planet - it rules you.

It was tough growing up on the island. Poverty ruled the streets. Education had all been abandoned and there was virtually no escape.

Tourists ruled the land throughout most of the year. Coming in droves on giant boats, visiting for a day or two then leaving - taking what they'd want, invading the lives of those who lived there, disrespecting sacred land. It was their vacation after all - they had the right to be happy.

The community was the island's saving grace. The family dinners. The local festivities and parties. Everyone knew one another. Yet, she needed to get away sometimes - somewhere she didn't need to think, need to be concerned. Somewhere she could just exist.

She had known of this place ever since she was little. One day she had wondered off, down the beach, following it's meandering curves, back behind the dunes until it opened up. For as long as she could remember, the water had been shallow and bath-warm. The current was so light, one would swear the water was stagnant, but it could be felt ever so slightly tickling as if flowed over their feet.

The sun played on the surface bouncing of the shadows caused by the clouds drifting lazily overhead, shimmering like a field of diamonds. When a cloud passed directly overhead, the true beauty of the water was revealed - crystal clear and aqua marine, as teal and any water in the world.

This was her place to escape, the breathe out, and soak in the tranquility of her surroundings.

The tree had always been there. Standing tall. Old and weathered, dried over the years by the pounding sun. As far as she knew, it had never moved, even though it's roots had given up their battle to hold onto the sand a long time ago.

She would make her journey out through the shallow bay and sit against its trunk, feeling it, sometimes hugging it.

It was the perfect reminder there was still life in the world.