Cabrillo Surfers

It is the waiting that impressed me most.

The pacific surf is a never ending undulating incoming roll of water

hills and valleys

rises and frothy endings.

To surf these waves

black dots of body suited surfers

wait.

They sit on their boards, they bob up and down, they languidly paddle arm over arm

never getting anywhere, seemingly.

Non action.

Waiting.

Testing and discerning the elements for the right wave that will carry them in an adrenaline washed moment of balance and dare.

In a 30 minute span of time, with a dozen surfers in the water

only 3 stood and rode the wave.

It must have been a slow day.

Which was just fine with them.

 

 

 

 

Waitingly yours, from San Pedro California

Amy

 

 

*photos taken from an outlook along the cliffs, overlooking the LA Port Authority, an expanse of water and barriers which allow mammoth tankers, cheeky sailboats, tall ships, and waiting surfers to play together