June is a wonderful month. It's the first real page in summer's book. The grass is green, the sky is blue, and the air has the unmistakable scent of summer in it. We got some wonderful images in June. Here's a few of our favorite. And happy July, everyone.
Sam Hammer. Bay Head, New Jersey. Doomsday swell. Sam tucked into this bomb and made it out just fine. Photo: Joanne O'Shaughnessy
Unridden perfection sometimes allows us to appreciate the beauty of the wave even more. Image: Tozzi
Skip the sunset mojitos with Bali's white linen crowd and get over to the Bukit to catch the best light of the day shining through a wall of Indian Ocean perfection like this one that Nyoman 'Blacky' caught at Bingin. Photo: Tommy Schultz
Cloud 9 in Siargao might have been named after a marshmellow and chocolate candy bar, but there's nothing tasty about its new nickname 'Crowd 9'. When the rest of the island is sleeping off a few too many San Miguel's, you could be catching a Pacific sunrise (and uncrowded waves) like this guy heading out the pier at dawn. Photo: Tommy Schultz
This rider was caught in narrow view tucking in, Warilla. Photo: Dylan Robinson
Mid winter Iceland. Snow fall, only about four hours of light, a wind chill way below freezing and a field of Icebergs to get through before you can surf. Ian Battirck getting ready for a standard solo session. Photo: Tim Nunn
June is a wonderful month. It’s the first real page in summer’s book. The grass is green, the sky is blue, and the air has the unmistakable scent of summer in it. It makes you want real summer: those long hot days in August, where the heat clings to your back and dogs lie beneath stoops, panting in the shade. But once June’s gone, you miss it. Like I said, it’s a wonderful month. And we got some wonderful images in June. Here’s a few of our favorite. And happy July, everyone.