La Fruta Del Mar

Spent an early morning on the beach of Canoa observing the local fishermen at work. I'm in love with the dramatic grey skies that heralds the break of dawn. Its weightiness slowly lifted by the early afternoon to reveal the sun's glorious reach across a blanket of blue. It happens to be the wet season on the coast of Ecuador right now. This is the season when the waves don't behave so nicely and thrash about like an adolescent's claim to freedom. Come November/December when the dry season commences, the waves return to their disciplined stature of clean cut rows and an organized inertia that surfers can't get enough of.