Full disclosure here: I know nothing about skimboarding. Nada. Zip. Not a thing. But I don’t need anyone to tell me that I saw something kind of amazing at the Board Walk Blowup at Indialantic Beach this past weekend.
His name is Roman Hager, he’s 7 years old, and he scored himself 1st place in the Mini Division at the contest. Like, wow.
I suppose I expected to see amazing talent at this contest; after all, it was a pro/am event. There were so many awesome, crazy talented skimboarders there. And then there was Roman.
Watching this little dude hanging with the big boys and girls, waiting for his wave…seeing him go for it with no fear and so much skill…my mind was totally blown. He’s 7 years old. Wow.
And it wasn’t just his skill in the water, but his confidence on the beach that was something to see. He was clearly in his element…running into each wave with a sense of determination and purpose…and you don’t need to know anything about the sport to notice the respect that Roman was getting from competitors twice and three times his age.
There’s no doubt in my mind that I’ll be seeing Roman again. In the meantime, thanks to the social media/internet world we live in, keeping up with him will be easy–the little dude’s everywhere (you can check out his Facebook fan page here:)
I love shooting surfers…I try to make it up to 2nd Light whenever the conditions are good and I have the time…but this weekend, I found a new love. Skimboarding.
The Board Walk Blowup was held this past weekend in Indialantic, and Tom and I were looking for something to do while the boy was hanging out at the mall with his friend, so we headed over beachside to check it out.
Yes, I love shooting surfers; but shooting skimboarders is more fun for me because, to be honest, my equipment is perfectly suited for it. The action is much closer to the shoreline, so with my 100-400mm lens I can grab action like this:
There were so many amazingly talented skimboarders…but as with surfers, I am most amazed by the youngest talent…so I couldn’t help but capturing this awesome little grom. His dad saw his pictures on my Facebook fan page and friended me, so I learned that his name is Roman Hager, and he went on to place first in his division…7 years old, and he’s sponsored…he skateboards too…mind blown!
I found myself shooting tons of pictures of this fearless little dude…enough for another post…stay tuned…
Looking back over the past year, I’m amazed at how many images I had to choose from. So many pictures…so many memories of fun times and beautiful moments that I was fortunate enough to capture. It was darn near impossible to narrow it down to twelve…not necessarily my best, but definitely some of my favorites…I hope you enjoy looking at them (really, they look so much better as a slideshow, so if you’re inclined, just click on one of them for full-size images…you’ll also see captions to explain when and where and what you’re looking at :) ) and I hope that all of my friends out there in the blogosphere have a wonderful 2013, filled with love, light, happiness and health…Happy New Year, everyone! xoxo
sandhill crane chick and mom lunching in the back yard–4/27/12
my son, dylan, playing with the sunrise…9/2/12
west melbourne broncos having a victory chest-bump, 9/15/12
from my backyard, taken 7/17/12
one of our favorite places…
sunning on a log, taken @ viera wetlands, 11/23/12
at viera wetlands, 4/17/12
indialantic beach at sunrise, 3/17/12
taken @ mckee gardens, vero beach, fl
taken @ slater brothers invitational, cocoa beach fl 10/27/12
santa on a stand-up paddleboard, taken Christmas eve
I love details. When we visited Asheville, NC some time ago and we walked by the old S&W Building on Patton Ave, I was taken with the beautiful art deco style of the facade…and I wanted to remember the blues and the shapes of it, so I took this shot. I don’t believe the building was occupied at the time we were there. I hope it is now, though; it’s so beautiful, and deserves to be the home of some amazing restaurant or a funky cool shop or pub. I’ll definitely check and see the next time I find myself in Asheville…
I live in Florida, but I have only been here for a few years; before that, I was a true Yankee, a New York girl born and raised. So there are many things about my new home that are foreign to me, even after being here for awhile. For example, the whole surfing thing–completely foreign to me. I can’t imagine the bravery, the confidence, the physical stamina and endurance that it takes to be able to swim out into a rough ocean and ride the waves. I am fascinated…and surfers are one of my favorite subjects to photograph. This past weekend was a double-win for me: not only did Hurricane Sandy leave us with crazy wild waves after she blew past our coastline, but there was also a pro surf tournament going on in nearby Cocoa Beach–the Slater Brothers Invitational. These are pictures of a couple of amazing professional longboard surfers taking advantage of the waves that Sandy left behind. As I watched them, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something even more foreign to me; a little surfer dude, maybe 8 years old, donning his wetsuit to go out and join the big boys in the surf. Now, I am momma to three boys, all with a certain degree of daredevil in them, but I cannot imagine watching them…or encouraging them…to go out into the ocean in conditions such as they were that day. The waves were 8-10 feet high, and the ripcurrents were fierce–there was a double-red-flag warning (meaning stay the heck out of the water ’cause it’s super-dangerous!) It’s one thing for the pros to be out there, I suppose they have the experience (and the size/strength) to know what to do and how to do it. I am a little afraid of the ocean, not knowing it all that well; I suppose we are all a little afraid of what is foreign to us. But this little man seemed familiar enough; he had no fear, and his dad helped to usher him out to where the waves were breaking. The current pushed them down the shore out of my sight…I wish it hadn’t, ’cause I really wanted to see the little dude do his thing…
my favorite time to be beachside is at sunrise…it doesn’t happen very often, since this time of day usually coincides with getting the boy ready for school…but sometimes on the weekend, i can broker a deal…cinnamon waffles with whipped cream for breakfast in exchange for a minimal amount of grumbling from the tweener-of-the-house when we drag him out of bed to go and watch the sun come up at indialantic beach…such was the deal on a saturday morning in september…if i’m being honest, the boy’s tweener brain is thinking far better than his momma’s non-caffeinated brain does at this time of day…this shot was his idea, and he set himself up and had me shoot it…normally he’s not a fan of having his picture taken, but this was different…one that he actually likes :)