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Tom Curren adding the final exclamation point to a long sand bottom runner. Photo: <a href="https://www.milesjackler.com"MilesJackler.com
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Lonely right seeks point pleasers and single fin sliders. Photo: <a href="https://www.milesjackler.com"MilesJackler.com
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Simon Murdoch releasing some tension and fins on his Lovelace hand-shaped sled. Photo: <a href="https://www.milesjackler.com"MilesJackler.com
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Johnny Mccann tucks into a glassy one for a moment of solitude amongst the masses. Photo: <a href="https://www.milesjackler.com"MilesJackler.com
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Offshore rigs, sun rays, cobblestones and twin keel fish. Must be Santa Babylon. Photo: <a href="https://www.milesjackler.com"MilesJackler.com
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The watchers. Photo: <a href="https://www.milesjackler.com"MilesJackler.com
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This is what was around that corner you decided not to round. Photo: <a href="https://www.milesjackler.com"MilesJackler.com
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Kilian Garland stalling amongst the masses. Photo: <a href="https://www.milesjackler.com"MilesJackler.com
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Yadin Nichol tucks in from the harsh winter sun. Photo: <a href="https://www.milesjackler.com"MilesJackler.com
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Jonny Mccann demonstrating proper body english for the groms. Photo: <a href="https://www.milesjackler.com"MilesJackler.com
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Insert a miniature version of yourself here. Photo: <a href="https://www.milesjackler.com"MilesJackler.com
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Simon Murdoch burning off some speed in the evening light. Photo: <a href="https://www.milesjackler.com"MilesJackler.com
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Offshore and steel blue, another pulse of West swell implodes unridden in Santa Babylon. Photo: <a href="https://www.milesjackler.com"MilesJackler.com
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Travers Adler with the subtle steeze at a busy point. Photo: <a href="https://www.milesjackler.com"MilesJackler.com
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Travers Adler cutting back to the barrel as fellow pit seekers trudge back up the point. Photo: <a href="https://www.milesjackler.com"MilesJackler.com
I was completely surfed out from the last month of non-stop swell at my local break. I was tired of paddling thirty minutes back up the point for each wave. But, still, the cobbled points of Central California were calling my name like some pulsing wave siren. So I made sure batteries were charged and the film was loaded. I then packed the van, made the some calls to a few local shredders and hit the road, bound for Santa Babylon. These are a few moments I managed to capture in between burritos, point run arounds and endless, peeling lines.
To see more of Miles’ epic photography, check out his website.
