I wasn’t really into school as a kid. I spent most of my days drawing in sketchbooks, hiding in the school darkroom under the stairs, daydreaming out the windows…and generally being a naughty little punk. Most of the time I would sketch waves…empty ones…dreaming of sliding down ’em. My school books were coated in penned empty slabs from hell.
Grab a cuppa and ogle these lovely unridden waves. Dream of the lines you’d take and how shacked you’d get. All shot this week. All in remote NSW. Would you make it down ’em? Probably not…but one can dream.
Today’s a very wet and wild day in Sydney. Didn’t shoot this a.m. Have a fantastic wintery weekend.