This past month I haven’t been to the mountains once. The snow has not come and it still looks like it might be weeks away. More time around the Bay has turned my eye towards the beauty of my city. Here are some of my favorite images from the past month.
Since I’ve started sticking around the Bay Area more often, I’ve devoted more of my time to surfing and shooting surfers. I love the sport almost as much as I do climbing and the fast action, distance from the subject and reflections of the water add new challenges to shooting. I’ve also learned that there is a small group of surfers that are so dedicated to their sport that they pull themselves from their warm beds each morning and hurl themselves into the 53 degree water of the Pacific just to get the feeling of riding a wave before work. It’s crazy and I love it.
This morning I joined in. I woke up at five, picked up my buddy, Rich, and headed to the Marin Headlands for a morning surf session, “Dawn Patrol”. Conditions were typical: sloppy, erratic, foggy and misty. Rich and were the first ones to the beach, followed by beaten-to-hell Nissan camper with a lone, hippie surfer. We groggily suited up in the mist, then hurled ourselves into the water. As the minutes passed, a few more surfers of all ages steadily glided their way into the ocean, all smiling at one another as they awoke the same way with cold water smacking their faces. I stayed out for a few beatings in the choppy swells, then began to feel lured back to the car to grab my camera, wanting to tell the story of these few souls that brave the cold starts just to get their turns in before work.