When your on holiday in a ghostly town such as Hermanus, in the middle of winter, waves go off and there is but a handful of souls who capitalize on the awesome produce that can be picked from the tree that is our coastline.
The images in this post are a few shots I got before I formed part of the souls that got very wet this morning and believe me they only got better as the tide rose.
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| If you turn your eyes to the left you will see a fine specimen of Henk
Esterhuysen getting some barrel time somewhere around the corner. |
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| Same guy, different angle. Henk getting deeper. |
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| And now something for you to mind surf for as long as you like. This shot I dedicate to the souls stuck in a 9 to 5 or the guys that haunt this town but dont bother waking up before the rooster makes that noise that symbolizes the morning. Enjoy! |
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