Same spot…different day…different camera.
When you grow up in Hawaii, it’s natural to have a connection to the ocean. I call my high school years, “My Surfing Years” because I would always cut class to jump in the water with my friends. This spot was where we would surf…at least a few times a week, if not every day. Over the years we moved on to other waves, but we always seem to return “home,” not only to surf, but to throw some steaks on the grill and have a few brews. I have so many memories here, both good and bad—but all great.
I started a little personal project a couple of months ago. I took a different camera loaded with a different type of film (on different days) to this beach access opening in hopes of capturing unique images worth giving to the friends—that to this day—still call me on Sunday to surf (even if I flake on them 99.9% of the time). I printed a few of my favorites, framed them, and gave them out today as gifts. Observing each of their reactions when pulling back the paper covering was quite a rewarding experience…fin.