I spent the weekend leading a street photography workshop on the beaches of Daytona. The sun was scorching and the ocean was calm and crystal clear all weekend. But when I woke up this morning, it was a different story; Cristobal's wake was being felt. I had already planned on driving down the coastal highway, Florida's State Road A1A, and stopping at as many different beaches as I could to continue working on my “Life’s a Florida Beach” project, but didn't check the weather report—I never check the weather report actually. I decided to skip New Smyrna Beach and the National Seashore, so I headed down I-95 for the first hour landing in Cape Canaveral on A1A just north of Cocoa Beach. When I arrived at the Cocoa Beach fishing pier, I was a little surprised. At first I thought that the surf was just rougher in Cocoa Beach, being that it's Florida's surfing capital, but then I quickly recognized the telltale signs of a tropical storm. From what I hear though, Tropical Storm Cristobal wasn't going to be hitting Florida, so the high winds and large waves today are most likely the end of him. Just passing through, thank you.
It didn’t turn out to be great day for shooting though, as most every beach was like a western ghost town—mostly deserted. But it was however, a pretty good day for surfing--at least in Cocoa Beach.