As a child, our second home was a beach house at 334 Palm Drive, Hermosa Beach, California. My three sisters and I spent all summer every year there in the sand and surf all day.
In 1949, there were not a lot of surfboards, mostly big plywood paddle boards. My first board, I found in a trash pile. It was a four foot pine ironing board. I glued a skeg on it. At 8 years old, this was my surf board. I painted a shark mouth on the nose. Every body told me, it was a belly board, but to me it was my “shark board!”
Watching and photographing the falcons at Morro Rock, at times, I would turn my attention to the surfers.
Being appreciative of the female form, my photography took me there. Besides they don’t get near the ink that the men do. So this is for you ladies… “Welcome to the world of Estero Bay Women on Water.”