Hanging Tough

I have had a rather depressing (yet strangely comforting) realisation recently that the patterns of my daily routines are getting increasingly predictable. Take today for instance....it's lunchtime, high tide and it's windy....so, predictably, I'm down at the beach again shooting the kite surfers again (who are, themselves, equally predictable as they are always there when this combination of factors present themselves).

This guy was clearly enjoying himself as he had a broad grin on his face the whole time...and why not? He even had time to give me a friendly wave once he saw me shooting him....cheers mate!