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 patience then very quick action- only to rinse and repeat over and over.
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 eaten away.
A close up of San Diego at night.
The last surfer finally paddles in as the sun sinks below the horizon.