It's generally windy outdoors at this time of year in New Hampshire, and especially at the beach, where I happen to be laying my head these days.  Today, the waves at Hampton Beach were not only turbulent, but thanks to the wind, they carried with them a nice spray that makes for a great photographic opportunity.  So I was urged to get my camera and hit the beach to capture a photo of the surf (and spray) this morning.  Instead, I found myself drawn to an area where the surfers hang around waiting to plunge bravely (but happily) into the 43 degree water. 

I could have watched them surf all day. There is something a little voyeuristic about watching someone do something they love, but we watch baseball and rock concerts, too. Still, it made me wonder, was someone watching me? I sat down on the sea wall with my tripod in front of me, squinting through a viewfinder at the men in wetsuits and enjoying the sound of the click of my camera, the smell of the ocean, and the sight of happy people bonding with the water.

Here's the result: