“A week of sweeping fogs has passed over and given me a strange sense of exile and desolation. I walk round the island nearly every day, yet I can see nothing anywhere but a mass of wet rock, a strip of surf, and then a tumult of waves.”
John Millington Synge
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About Ryan Struck
I am a self-taught Brooklyn based photographer. Earning a BA in History allowed me to investigate the things that have occurred in the world of which I knew nothing about. In that same spirit, photography allows me to be curious about the world and what surrounds us. I enjoy saving poignant moments through a visual medium, documenting lifestyle often fulfills this need quite nicely. I love what I do. When not at home shooting I can be found traveling in search of surf and inspiring natural lighting. My desire to capture images that help viewers imagine the instant the shutter clicked fuels my passion to combine beautiful light, people and places.
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Love it Bob. Of course I have to rsenopd to this post My random thoughts about surfing When you are out surfing, the sound rolling waves drown out all other sounds especially when the waves are big. It is one of my favorite sounds on earth.Surfing in the rain is the ultimate experience especially if there is no wind. Something about the fresh water hitting the salt water makes the waves smoother just amazing.One the most exhilarating feelings is when you hear someone yell Outside! which means there is a set of bigger waves coming in and you need to start paddling out to meet them. When you see the first wave you have no idea what is behind it. Your first challenge is to simply get over that first wave (or catch it). Then, as you paddle over the first wave, you see the second one. Only then do you know whether you’ll be crushed or if you’ll be able to paddle over it. This will happen 4-5 times with each wave progressively getting bigger. And if you get caught by one wave every additional wave in that set will crush you. That is separates surfing from so many sports it is the unknown of what the ocean is going to give you at any given moment. Side note my very first memory of praying to God was when I was being crushed by a set of waves