Above: The camaraderie of surfing, a brothership founded on the understanding that “surfing is as a surfer does.” There are no rules in surfing and the ocean will never turn on you in a jealous fit. A group of friends, none of which will ever look at the ocean without riding a daydream’s breaking waves to the beach.
James Theobald of Bellmore beats the late June heat in the still cool temperatures of the ocean. A perfect time to learn to surf in New York as the summer often brings weeks of near-flat novice conditions.
Reflections of a surfer warmed by the summer sea and warm damp August air. Blake Ferraro of Islip.
Wave seen through a wave. Long Island’s surf brewery pouring out quite a few pints of it’s finest lager. Point Lookout.
The cruisers and their boards lined up at Mollusk Surf shop in Brooklyn. Chlorine and blow up tubes never live up to the connection between you and the environment.
Basking in the rays of a mid-summer afternoon, rising and falling on each pulse the Atlantic sends towards shore, the feeling of being alive flows through one’s veins.
Pre-dawn surf check in Montauk. The quiet hum of nature, the wind tickling the dune grass the rainbow light show before the sun turns white the sky.
Looking back towards shore Java Bailey of South Hampton cracks the wave’s lip with a fiberglass sword, center focus in the magnificent detail of a sun drenched sky and illuminated wave.