As unseasonably, and utterly welcome, warm weather rolled through the New York area over the weekend, everyone took to the outdoors. Even though I was still wrapped in a huge wool sweater, winter wetsuit surf spectating was ever more enjoyable. With much post-Hurricane-Sandy-progress to feel proud of, the rebuilding of the Rockaway Beach area surges in anticipation of summer. As the winter season gets dragged out with the tide, this spirited community starts to come alive once again.
After spending Christmas week in Massachusetts with my family, I headed up to coastal Maine to close out 2015 and welcome the new year with Zach’s. Wintery weather was rumored, but with so much hype, I was betting on a faux storm. When I woke up to fast accumulating snow I was pleased to have been proven wrong. The pile of white was the perfect complement to our already idyllic location. With thoughts of pjs all day, reading by the fire, and pouring wine a little too early, I was ready to remain snowed in. The boys, of course, had other plans. A winter storm meant waves and, well, that’s all a surfer needs. By 8am, my cozy plans were dashed. Under the influence of two full-grown men bouncing with eager anticipation, I agreed to go scouting. The scenery so beautiful and the mission so
insane spirited, we decided it should be captured. Knowing the quality of waves might not be high, a strong focus on lifestyle would be the backbone of our film. Watch this trio of brothers make the storm their own in A Winter’s Tale.
On one of those true October days when the sky is so heavy it makes everything feel cozy, I set off with the boys to Belmar, New Jersey to catch the surf before the mid-autumn sunset. The light on this day was the kind that really only comes with the season. Shadows stretching long, the deep, dark sky punctuated by bright blue breaks and fast moving clouds pierced by sun rays beaming golden spotlights wherever they aimed. On the expansive beach the random combination of dark and light created an almost otherworldly feel.
When shooting surf subjects I tend to focus on the surfer’s form as a silhouette which can feel rather anonymous. While I think those images do elicit emotion, it’s nothing like this. As I was focusing on my surf subject, these girls ran into frame. I was shooting rapidly so it wasn’t until I started editing that I saw how great this juxtaposition was.
To me, the joy of being a kid on the beach is incomparable in many ways; The seemingly endless days, running tirelessly in and out of the water, shrieking at and jumping over incoming waves, fabricating sand forts and castles and moats. When the last whistle blows and the sun starts to dip, oversized sweatshirts are donned and dares to jump off the abandoned lifeguard tower are thrown. When you’re packed into the car, feet dusted with fine sand, the feeling of total exhaustion is one of the best you’ll know. As an adult, the activities may vary slightly, but the excitement remains the same. While the surfer appears as a placid silhouette, on the inside he’s still a kid on the beach.