Welcome mat of the blue

The roar of crashing waves, clatter of skipping rocks, and the shared laughter of both strangers and companions alike. A time in my life where I wish I’d shot about ten fold the amount the pictures I took that day. My first time seeing the Pacific in its salty blue royalty. Despite the fact that I had a globe in every classroom growing up, this Texas boy was dumbfounded by its sheer vastness. Not only that but the stark silhouettes of those who were experts in riding on top of these violent waves in the middle of winter on the West Coast.

Someday I’d like to come back to this spot and spend a couple of days capturing the stories of those who venture here seeking to raise the bar of their thrill seeking.

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𝓜𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓲𝓮!