I've travelled to a few places where the weather is quite reliable. To a degre, you know, how the morning is going to start, how the day is going to progress. They usually low latitude. You aim for a morning session before the wind picks up or switches, and then you hope for an evening glass off as the day cools down. It's usually a variation of that. Day in, day out.
Higher latitudes tend to be more interesting. The birth place of storm systems, mother nature always tweaks the recipe and the result is an entirely different flavour. A bit less pressure, and a dash more moisture and mix that atmosphere with a slightly warmer sea and voila - a unique storm bearing down on some undialled surfers. Keeps them guessing. You're always blind tasting in the weather kitchen.
This picture is about adventure for me. It's about being far from civilization and chasing that elusive dream. It's very elemental - earth, wind, water. You can almost smell the damp of the forest floor, the seaweed on sand and the salt in the spray. Wild eyes watch you from the shadows. The wind moans as through the trees before being release to cheer as dashes over the waves and is released to the sea.
Picked lifted from 6feet and perfect, and courteousy of the legend, Chris Bukard. Both pages will make you weep. When I look at the most beautiful images to grace this page, Chris is very well represented.
Happy Friday folks.
Post script: It's actually a thursday for me. Gosh, imagine working a six day week straight off the bat from all these short weeks. But that's cool. I'm outta here for a few days. Hopefully will have a few tales to share with you and some pics to back them up when I get back. Where am I going - you'll just have to wait and see.
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