As the sun was rising on a warm September morning, I stumbled out of bed at my normal time of 8:15 to endure another tedious day at work. Pulling on my uniform and brushing out my messy curls and made my way to work realising that today was surprisingly sunny. I always walked to work, there's something refreshing about stepping out into the morning air, it wakes me up and makes me feel ready to face the day ahead.
On this particular morning however something broke my usual routine, a girl standing outside a local surf shack caught my attention. There she was in all white, her eyes seemed to be looking for something with a pained look across her golden tanned face. As I walked past, her glance barely touched me as if I wasn't there, as if she was expecting something. There was a slight crease on her forehead from disappointment, I was surprised when she asked me "Where is he?". It wasn't really like she was asking me, more like she was talking to herself, asking herself where this mystery guy was.
I kept my head down and walked to work.
I kept my head down and walked to work.
The following morning it felt deja vu, there she was again dressed in white looking around. I remembered I had my camera on me and decided to capture the moment. As the week went by every morning there she was outside the Surfing Cowboys murial, still searching and continued to ask me "Where is he?" I captured several moments to get the perfect light as the morning's light was beautiful this time of year.
A week later I was taken aback when I expected to be greeted by the same mysterious girl and instead found a small note on the wall below Surfing Cowboys where she previously stood. The note read "I waited".
I never saw her again.
This is not my work and this is my analysis and interpretation of the image above. The picture above was found from a blogpost at: http://fashiontoast.com/2013/11/where-have-all-the-surfing-cowboys-gone/
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