Son of Tall Boy Sixer
In the gaseous aftermath of bloated Gilley servings, may I offer some lighter fare: a six-pack of long, tall ones to loosen the passages.
All images below were shot on film, in the days when shooting vertically was a way to stress composition and maximize printing quality. These days a digital photographer can shoot a more backed-off version and let a savvy photo editor or art director slice and dice until the cows come home.
(Above from left to right) Dan Malloy paddled out at this San Diego spot before I had a chance to tell him that I had a sprained ankle. To this day he probably thinks I’m the slowest swimmer on earth. Part of a series of images that attempts to capture the otherworldly life of a dawn patroller.
(Above from left to right) Even in the Bud Tour days, it was clear who the man was. A consistent, rising west swell at Pipeline as seen from a “climb and shoot” skybox.
(Above from left to right) Entering the food chain at the Lane. At the last minute, Mike Todd and I were left at the altar by Pat O’Connell, but we managed to have a marvelous honeymoon in the Seychelles without him.