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The photo above is where it all started for me. Little did I know that stepping into that frigid, murky water would change so much about me. My love for surfing developed overnight, when I finally tried surfing on my bachelor/camping trip back in 2005. I was the last guy to get out of the water, freezing cold, trying to catch one more wave back in, while being helplessly tugged by the current of the Pacific. I was hooked. 

My passion for photography developed at a slower pace, as I started taking photos with my phone every morning to show the guys at work that had slept-in (*cough* Steve & Andrew). But it was always this sense of wanting to share the stoke of surfing. I started to spend more and more time each morning snapping photos of waves and less time riding them. Some mornings if the waves were just marginal enough, I would skip surfing altogether and traipse around some of the more remote beaches in Cayucos finding things to photograph. 

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The photos on the left were taken with my phone on a morning that had really great surf. Editing choices aside, I love these two photos. They are, for me, historical documentation of when part of me realized that I loved photography.

The photos in this blog post are from a solo surf mission I took this week to Ventura. Of course, I managed to find some time for photos between surf sessions. Enjoy. 

Happy 100th blog post!

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