Black and White, 35mm film evokes an awesome feeling. Faces are brighter, shadows are darker, bright days get a makeover, and cold, dark settings receive the framing they deserve. In this specific case, three rolls of 36 images had been used across various time periods, locations, and seasons. Seeing this collection of photos side […]
Over the weekend, Tom Feraco and Nate Gain linked up for some quality action shots in the North Wildwood pool. The angles are great and the photographer was able to capture it all during an always-epic Wildwood golden hour. While Nate would probably have been shooting whoever was at the park that night […]
About a week ago (WEEK AGO), I paddled out to (what I thought was) an empty lineup. There weren’t many people driving around, on the beach, or on the boardwalk–strange for a beautiful late-Spring morning. The surf looked aight and the rest of the week’s forecast suggested surfboarding wouldn’t be an option in […]
Today was cool. Looking at the forecast during the days prior, no one would have bugged out. Swellinfo called for 3-4 foot swell and “red” conditions. The wind was forecasted to be out of the North, which is very scary for surfers on the Northern Jersey Coast. These North (or “devil”) winds usually […]
Our new friend, Joe McGettigan chose to spend some of his Winter season on the West Coast of Puerto Rico. In the heart of the Caribbean and in a surf-central environment surrounded by great people, Joe learned the craft of film photography along with that of making the perfect Rum Punch. “I originally […]
Anyone else’s house blowing down? The wind kicked upwards of 30 mph today and shit is just blowin everywhere. Tree branches are hitting cars and gutters are blowing off house roofs. Some friends at local schools are even getting told not to go to class tomorrow. In fear of… A tornado or maybe […]
The Winter 2018 Edition of Rambler Surf Magazine has been sent to print. The publication’s creators and contributors are pretty frickin’ amped to get its pristine pages in between the readers’ grubby fingertips (not to say the reader is dirty or anything–but, they’re probably reading RSM on the toilet, or between bites of […]