Tabla de contenidos para March 2017 en Surfer

Great barrels are fleeting; even the best ones last just a few seconds. But talented surf photographers have the ability to preserve a short-lived ride indefinitely—so you can prove to your friends that it did, in fact, happen. Take this shot of Taylor Knox at one of his favorite Baja beachbreaks, for example. “This was a rare bird,” says Knox. “When I first dropped in, I thought the wave was going to clamp down or hit me in the head, but I was able to pump around the first part and pull up into it. Then it just took off. Luckily I had that pump into the barrel, because it really set me up with a lot of speed to get blown out of that thing. I’ve never been spit…

New York photographer Matt Clark has spent the last dozen or so winters bobbing off his home shores of Long Island, braving blustery nor’easters, swirling snowdrifts, and ruthless currents to capture the violent, raw energy of the North Atlantic. But he also keeps a keen eye for the quietly serene, still moments: feathering lips peeking above the urban coastal landscape; glistening shorebreak cylinders bathed in Long Island’s spectacular sunset light. “For me, the curve of a wave’s lip is the most gorgeous thing,” says Clark. “I’m really into slow shutter work, and capturing that movement in the right light can make photos look so beautiful, almost like paintings. I’ll get down to the beach before sunrise, the snow’s falling, the waves are overhead, and you can see these perfect A-frames…

Surfer (ISSN # 0039-6036), March 2017, Vol. 57 No. 13. Published ten times a year (Jan/Feb, Mar, Apr, May, Jun, Jul, Aug/Sep, Oct, Nov, Dec) by TEN: The Enthusiast Network, LLC, 261 Madison Ave. 6th Floor, New York, NY 10016. Copyright © 2017 by TEN: The Enthusiast Network Magazines, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Printed in the USA. Periodicals Postage Paid at New York, NY, and at additional mailing offices. Subscription rates for 1 year (10 issues): U.S., APO, FPO and U.S. Possessions $20.00, Canadian orders add $10.00. Foreign orders add $20.00 (for surface mail postage). Payment in advance, U.S. funds only. For a change of address, six weeks¹ notice is required. Send old as well as new address to Surfer, P.O. Box 420235, Palm Coast, FL 32142-0235. POSTMASTER: Send all…

As surfers, we all share a deep hunger to venture into uncharted territories, and the same can be said for surf photographers. As surfing expands globally, and social media steadily increases the demand for quality imagery, surf photography is evolving as an art form. There are more talented photographers veering off in more unique directions than ever before, each one carving out their own niche in the genre. Take Matt Clark, for example. He defies the expectations put on most surf photographers, focusing on his home coast of New York—a place where few would see the potential for dreamy surf imagery. But by staying local, and honing his craft in harsh winter conditions, he’s managed to find and capture beautiful moments amongst the chaos (“Showcase,” pg. 62). On the other…

PHOTOS BY RYAN CRAIG Most days the caramel-colored shores of El Mix are like a postcard in motion, with a backdrop of azure A-frame peaks being groomed by offshore winds, framed by palm and almond trees swaying gently along the sand’s edge. In the pristine grasslands of Playuela that front El Mix, you typically don’t see much besides the tropical flora and fauna that reside there. But today was different. A warm stickiness hung in the afternoon air as throngs of protestors gathered in the dirt parking lot of El Mix. Spanish proclamations blared through megaphones while surfers and local community members waved Puerto Rican flags and signs scrawled with messages saying “Nuestras playas no se venden!” which translates to, Our beaches are not for sale! At the front of…

Woody Woodworth, newly minted Orange County, surf photographer, warmed our hearts with a 1974 SURFER article called “Rubber Duck.” He was 22 years old. First thing he’d ever published. Just snuck up on everybody with this winning little first-person article about mat riding. Rafting. We all knew about rafting, of course. It’s what you did in third grade, before your parents let you get a real stick. And that was as far as it went. I mean, Gerry Lopez did not ride a mat. Tourists did. “Uncool” would be the “Family Feud”– winning word for how we felt about surf mats. Hold that thought for a moment. People look back fondly on surfing in the ’70s, and I will say that it was a handsome period; the sport was collectively…

Memories of fall afternoons like this are what get many San Francisco surfers through their bleak, fogged-in summers. When the cloudy curtains finally part, and macking northwest swells start to roll through, this stretch of beach can see rare days filled with hulking, wind-groomed peaks pummeling every sandbar in sight. During these all-too-brief Santa Ana windows, local surfers are sent scrambling, digging out dusty step-ups and sprinting through the Avenues, eager to battle currents and closeouts in hopes of picking off one sun-drenched cavern.…