Last Tuesday when I was out shooting the surf in Rye Harbor I knew for certain the surfers would be out too. They can't resist the great waves over by Fox Point.
Sure enough they were out. Not as many as I had suspected but there were several. Often times photographers with much fancier camera's than mine congregate on the hill to watch and shoot but on this particular morning I was the only one around.
Oh yeah, here comes a good one . . .
You can't see the surfers but they're in the dip between waves
I don't know much about surfing but this looks like a radical wave to me!
Come on boys! It's a gnarly wave! Shred it!
Ride! Ride! Ride!
You have got to be kidding me? Not one of them rode the wave!
I waited around a long time and mostly they just kept paddling out, missing wave after wave. As I say, I know almost nothing about surfing and what constitutes the perfect wave, but I would have rode that baby right into shore. You betcha!