At the water’s edge . . .

The day was full of excitement – a large number of surfers waiting for the big one. Sometimes just hanging around the edge of the sand, contemplating. There must have been be a surfing class as a group of teenager kept running down the beach to someone who was most likely, the Instructor.
Leader of the pack

For some reason, this young man who was coming back in and swimming along side the jetty we were perched on, reminded me of a seal.
like a seal477

And a few more . . .

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