Our God deals some rough hands. While the Hilton sisters and their ilk cavort and spectacularly fornicate, other humans must spend each waking hour handling physical disabilities. Like Evan Wright (left) and buddy Roi Segaldo pictured here. Both blind, both doomed to at least some sort of reliance on outside help no matter how good they get with the cane and the hound. And, yeah, it’s heavy and sad, but one thing about losing your vision is how souped up the rest of your senses get. So when a Santa Monica surfshop, a joint called the ZJ Boarding House, puts on its annual surf day for the Braille Institute, the kids experience a rush us seeing folks could never appreciate.
Photographer Jamie Brisick says: “I always say that the day we take the Braille kids surfing is my best day of surfing each year. The Morey Doyles we use to ride waves with them on absorb more joy and stoke than any time of their spongy lives.”
As Evan about the surf day and he cuts his hands through the air and says: “It was like God was pushing me up from behind.”
