A month or so ago I was standing on a beach north of where I live on a cold, windy morning, looking for something to photograph. A lady noticed my camera and came up to me and ask me a few questions. She and her husband are from New Zealand and they house-sit a place near the beach for a few weeks each year. She pointed out her husband to me. He was a little way down the beach among the rocks with his board staring out over the waves.
He was contemplating I believe. Contemplating whether he'd chosen the right spot perhaps? Or when exactly to launch himself forth and begin paddling maybe? Perhaps he was just contemplating his place in this world? Whatever he was thinking, he was alone with his thoughts, just him, the wind and his surfboard.
I felt there was a photo there ...
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