06/10/2026
Twelve years ago, I swam in the channel at this wave with a camera in my hands.
I was terrified.
It was the first legitimate big wave I’d ever seen.
The first time I’d ever watched people get towed into waves that looked impossible.
I photographed the session and went home.
I never imagined I’d one day be out there myself.
Last week, I came back.
The same wave.
The same reef.
The same guy who inspired me back then, Lance Moss, towed me into it.
For a few days, life felt like one giant full-circle moment.
Not because of the waves.
Because of what it took to get there.
Twelve years of growth.
Twelve years of friendships.
Twelve years of becoming.
The older I get, the more I realize dreams aren’t really about the destination.
They’re about the person you have to become along the way.
A kid from Georgia who had never seen a real big wave became a surfer.
The surfer became a photographer
The photographer became an artist.
The artist became a foiler.
The foiler became a filmmaker.
And somewhere along the way, I became friends with the very people I once stood in awe of from the channel.
The waves were incredible.
But the brotherhood, the laughter, the teamwork, the meals, the stories, and the memories we created together are what I’ll remember most.
Feeling incredibly grateful for this crew, this experience, and the younger version of myself who never stopped dreaming.
Sometimes the universe takes a long time to answer.
But when it does, it often tells a better story than you could have written yourself.
Looking back, I realize I wasn’t chasing a wave.
I was becoming the person capable of riding it.
“Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke
Grateful for the crew who made this possible. All footage captured by .
