Lakeside



Surfers can't help themselves. We see tubing ledges in malformed corn chips, we mind surf embankments on the side of the road when driving. Even now, years after high school, I still find myself backdooring an a-frame of a folded sheet of paper with my finger during tedious meetings. Ever since I can remember, I've always looked at lakes & fantasized about swell lines refracting around their points & into their coves. I can see a left coming from around the corner behind these trees, then wrapping down along the contour of this little finger of land: sand bottom bliss, a crazy left skatepark fun zone. Yew! Out there!

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