SUMMERS LAST NOVELTY GLIMPSE - I walked from my house, across a busy highway, then a train track, following the fenceline of an industrial port. Containers, cranes and decrepit sheds beset with graffiti dotted the concrete landscape like a forgotten wasteland of some dystopia. But beyond the factory and miasma and coastal dune dust bowls laid a summer oasis where peaks broke abound.
The beach was deserted, save for local shaper Pete Dwyer and logging shredder Jack Medland, who danced along the aqua stage. The A-frames were neat and predictable, allowing the loggers to paddle on the left shoulder, behind the peak, and sharply turn right to become lodged in the pocket of barreling waist-high reelers, then be pushed to the face, which provided ample room to carve or nose-ride.
The afternoon advanced. The sun slowly dipped behind a reef of radiant and fiery coloured clouds on the horizon. // Story by @jayden_oneil // Photo @_jackogrady_ of @outbuckjuck styling before the painted canvas // #summerseekers #justanotherdayinwa #summersitejourneys #summersitestyle #westisbest #perthnow #perthisok #freo #freolife