It wasn’t until I moved to San Diego that ‘surf culture’ even crossed my radar- but it’s a unique and strangely compelling set of laid back, almost contemplative sport. There’s a lot of waiting then very quick action, only to rinse and repeat time and time again. It’s a culture of endurance, strength, camaraderie, and above all else: patience.
The sky and water catch fire as two surfers make their way home.
The waves crash into shore as the crowds gather to watch.
At the end of the day, it’s not just crowds of surfers making their weary way home. A lone sailboat heads for home as the sinking sun turns the waters into gold tipped twilight.
Ocean Beach lives up to it’s name as slowly the land is relentlessly eaten away by the tides.
The last surfer finally paddles in as the sun sinks below the horizon.