It was 23F this morning when I took a drive over to Good Harbor Beach.
I’ll give these guys and galls credit. I was dry, shooting from Bass Rocks looking past Salt Island (the bump to the extreme right of the first image) towards Thacher Island. The wind wind was whipping from left to right shearing the tops off of the waves. It was cold out there. After 15 minutes, I decided it was time to go home for a cup of hot chocolate.
What is really cool about these photos is looking into the waves, you see the true color of the ocean. It is green with the nutrients. The blue color is the blue light reflected from the sky.
This post is dedicated to my wife, B. B went to school in Santa Cruz, CA and although not a surfer herself, she knows the culture. When I was looking for work I told her that I was targeting getting her to the ocean. Work brought me back to New England. (I didn’t make any promises about which ocean!) In my eyes, this is a good compromise. I'm a mountain man (Vermont woodchuck), she is a mermaid.