Almond's Style/Influence = Huck Finn + Joel Tudor.

Fish Fry 08 Poster

Don't mind the wood chips!

It's the 21st Century and chambered wood surfboards are where it is at!
Have a look around. Read the words. Look at the pictures. If you see something you like, drop us a line.
We harvest as much of our own wood as possible, have it milled, glue and chamber our own blanks, shape your board, and glass it using crystal clear low VOC epoxy. Even our logos are carefully cut from sustainably harvested abalone.
42 Surfboards are not only beautifully green though, they are built to ride. In the coming 12 months, most of the boards we will be building will be longboards and big wave guns from Oregon Sitka Spruce blown down in the 129 mph winds of the December 2007 storm. Whether it be a longboard, a gun, fish, pintail, or diamond tail, our boards have a smooth flowing drive and an amazing top speed that we have only been able to get from wood. While our boards are definitely surfable art that look like they belong on the wall of your favorite museum, they are most comfortable on big fast green walls of an entirely different kind.

Looking forward to talking with you soon,

Lars and the 42 Crew
42 surfboards

X-mas in Conn-X-ticut

(The above picture was not taken with black and white film. New England really looks like this.)
The old lady and I just got back from New England, and I feel I owe the entire region an apology. In the past, I'd refer to New Englanders as grumpy. Or worse. I was convinced that an unfortunate stew of adverse weather conditions, lingering Puritan ideologies, and a lack of good Mexican food produced bad attitudes.
During our visit we didn't see anything even resembling the sun for ten days. At one point, it was raining, snowing, and ice was falling from the sky. It was as if some monster-god was fishing around in a bucket of Hate, then hurling its contents by the fistful toward the helpless earth below.
During this time I wore a hat indoors and took two showers a day just to warm up. I went outside exactly one time, and that was to snap the above picture of a neighbor's house because I was convinced this was a bad dream and I wanted proof. Grumpy.
Yet the New Englanders marched toward their appalling fates with glee. They stuffed plastic bags into their boots, grabbed shovels, and went to work--mid storm--before the falling temps turned their driveways into luge runs.
My four-year-old niece woke up early (snowing. Raining. Hailing) every morning, ventured outside in the dark in an oversized snowsuit, then reappeared several hours later soaking wet, a giant grin stretched across her chapped, blue lips.
Now we're back and north swells are stacking up for what looks like weeks of fun. Happy New Year!
We just got back from our annual trip to baja, and had a blast.  I'll add some more pictures soon.

K.I.S.S. (Keep It Single, Santa)

I get bored looking at shaping room pictures. Everything looks great in a shaping room picture. Something about the side lighting, the foam dust settling onto your lungs, the a.m. radio crackling out classic Merle Haggard tunes...
A few weeks ago, I tried to sell an old couch on craigslist. Granted, it was not a pretty couch. It was not not a new couch. It was not a couch free of dog hair.
No takers.
An idea struck: I'll prop that couch up on my shaping racks, as everything looks great in a shaping room picture.
I posted the new pics, then sat back and waited.
The couch was picked up less than thirty minutes later by a stoked Sonoma State student who not only gave me the asking price in cash, but threw in a forty of MGD. Now that's business!
Since then, I've taken to propping up all sorts of things on the shaping room racks in order to enhance their aesthetics, if only for a moment. Taking my new discovery to its logical extensions, I began to photograph some elements in my life that need a bit of sprucing up, via the shaping room. Here are a few examples with their results:
1. My mom. She looked great, though a little dandruffy after a few minutes. Christmas card quality.
2. The interior of my wife's minivan. This made us both feel better. The sidelights obscured the Cheerio army camped under the baby seat, and brought a pleasing glow to the Diet Pepsi can pile.
3. My abs. Things haven't been going well for my abs lately. Propped up on the shaping racks, though, everything looked different. Recommended.
Soon, however, boredom set in, so here are some shots from the kitchen. If all goes well, I might shoot some new board pictures in other rooms. Perhaps I could feature boards in various states of repose on furniture, preparing a delicious meal, or even a few tasteful boudoir shots...
In the meantime, here's a 6'6 single fin for my buddy Tripp. Sleek as a tuna, fully modernized bottom contours, tuned-in rails and rocker, a single wing pulling in to a pin tail--this Flying Saucer has Clean Ocean Beach written all over it.

The Rusty Flex fin is the icing on this Christmassy cake. It heads up to the Fattyshack next week for a full spa treatment--all-over board tint, racing stripe, and gloss-and-polish finish.
Happy Holidays.

Kunkel shots

My better half snuck a few shots of my
crazy shaping room.
frames + Tmoe art
Tail block templates

Lola Five

Really stoked on this five fin Lola for Dylan. Epoxy glass-on side runners.
5'11"x 19.75"x 2.5"

Leashes are for Dogs, not (b)logs...

Apparently blogs are the new hip thing these days... so we made one.

This will be yet another means of communication for us.

We'll try to keep it current with pictures, videos and stories.