Icy cold waters, steep cliffs, famous surf beaches, and stormy winter skies.
Early in the morning, a surfer walks carefully across the rocks to enter the water at Winkipop, with a small wave breaking just beyond the shore.
I’m not sure why but surfers always run across the beach and into the water, here it’s across Bells Beach with the distinctive red cliffs behind.
Early in the morning, a surfer walks across seaweed and rockpools to enter the water at Winkipop; Catching a bright blue wave at the Passage at Port Fairy, so close to the rocks and shore that you can watch from the car.
The many wooden steps down to the beach at Bells.
At Winkipop a good surfer makes the most of a small wave.
A lone surfer stands on the yellow sand and contemplates the famous waves of Bells Beach from the waters edge.
Reaching out and touching the wave at Bells Beach.
Sandy steps down to the main Torquay beach in the pink orange light of sunset.
Flowering coastal vegetation in the dunes of Gunnamatta with a very grey stormy sky; At Gunnamatta a lone surfer walks into the choppy white water.
A solo surfer leaves a single trail of footprints in the sand as he walks across Gunnamatta beach towards the ocean.
At Gunnamatta there can be almost as many beach fisherman as surfer, here they fish despite the very threatening deep grey sky of an impending storm.
A fisherman casts off from the beach at Gunnamatta; A surfer walks down the steps to the beach at Gunnamatta, unfazed by the incredibly dark and stormy sky.
Surfing in bright blue water beneath very grey and threatening stormy winter skies at Gunnamatta.
Two surfers walk together along the waters edge at Gunnamatta; A surfer walks along the Gunnamatta beach alone, the waves filling his footprints with water behind him.
At Gunnamatta two surfers walk along the beach to a distant break, the cliffs of Cape Schanck in the distance.
Looking over the scrubby coastal foreshore as a lone surfer looks out to the waves at Flinders; Surfer cars in the sandy car park at Gunnamatta.
A surfer paddles into the ocean, with swells rising in front of him.
A surfer on his way into the waves at Flinders stops to chat with two surfers on their way out, seen through the scrubby coastal foreshore; An early morning surf and a smooth set at Kilcunda, as the marrum grass is lit in golden light.