Surf photography, for me, starts in the quiet of dawn patrol — before the wind stirs, when the world is still blue and waiting. There’s a rhythm to those early hours, a calm that builds into the pulse of the morning waves. I’ve found that every lineup has its own language — from the laid-back flow of Southern California to the raw, communal energy in places like Indonesia. I try to capture those overlooked moments — the anticipation between waves, the way light reflects off a board — because that’s where surfing feels most present and human.