Some waves have rhythm — you can feel the beat in the way they pitch and throw. This one was playing a song as it broke, the lip throwing spray in time like cymbals, the barrel humming underneath. I shot it at the crescendo, when the whole wave was mid-note and the light was coming through like stage lighting.
Every wave has a personality; this one was pure music, and I was lucky enough to catch the chorus.
The Crescendo: Caught at the wave's most dramatic, most musical instant.
Spray Like Cymbals: The lip exploding in a crash of white water.
Stage Lighting: Sunlight through the face, illuminating the performance.
Bring this ocean symphony into your home — it's a wave you can almost hear, playing just for you.
Some waves have rhythm — you can feel the beat in the way they pitch and throw. This one was playing a song as it broke, the lip throwing spray in time like cymbals, the barrel humming underneath. I shot it at the crescendo, when the whole wave was mid-note and the light was coming through like stage lighting.
Every wave has a personality; this one was pure music, and I was lucky enough to catch the chorus.
The Crescendo: Caught at the wave's most dramatic, most musical instant.
Spray Like Cymbals: The lip exploding in a crash of white water.
Stage Lighting: Sunlight through the face, illuminating the performance.
Bring this ocean symphony into your home — it's a wave you can almost hear, playing just for you.
