I was poisoned by a delicious chicken burrito the day before the swell hit. I shot shivering and weak in one roll spurts between retreating to my cave of fevered dreams. I wanted to capture a little bit of the magic happening in the ocean despite knowing very personally of Montezuma and his revenge. (Estrella Taqueria in the Haight you shall know my revenge soon). Seeing waves like these in person was not enough to convince me of their reality. Each thumping wall of North Pacific swell was one of the perfect monsters from my dreams. The film doesn't lie, the monsters were real. The film doesn't do the ocean justice, but if you weren't there I hope you can enjoy these photos and do some vicarious living.
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