I wrote recently about the Atlantic Hurricane Season vs. Fall and why I enjoy fall better. These are my thoughts about this experience:
After a few storms went by, I had to take in the photos and reflect upon the madness that these few weeks wedged between the middle of August and the start of September creates. The storms form. The hype begins.
I could post pictures of perfect barrels but to me that does not tell the whole story. I could focus on the crowds…locals pushed to the breaking point as their mild spots swell to capacity with a lineup of people who have not surfed in 6 months or longer. All eager to dust off their old boards and recapture their youth that has been lost by the hands of long job hours and a family that demands new games and clothes.
Or the marine life. How schools of mullet push northward. At the first sign of swell, they push into the surf to attempt to escape the marine park soup of tarpon, redfish, sharks, and jacks.
My favorite picture was captured by Bobby V. It captures what Florida’s hurricane season is about to me. The bustle of the ocean and worlds intersecting. An aquatic circus. All trying to get a slice of the pie.