A Day with Will Adler
It’s around 2p.m. and we’ve finally made it through secondary inspection at the border and back into California. Will Adler, a photographer based out of Santa Barbara, is at the wheel of his beat up 1999 Chevy Astrovan, which at any given moment is full of dinged surfboards and deflated sleeping mats. Today is no different. We’re headed to San Onofre, because what else is there to do with a van full of logs and low expectations. In the parking lot we set up for the day, doors kicked open and feet towards the sea. Will fishes around in the watery cooler for a leftover Tecate from Baja, and grabs one of his many cameras from the back of the van.
It’s hurricane weather, and in the strange, hazy afternoon he wanders off occasionally, casually reappearing with anything from beautifully composed surf shots to slow motion videos of old men kicking beach balls around. We eat burritos and spill salsa and surf lazily. We almost see the green flash. As usual, Will captures it all. We pack up, shaking sand out of our blankets and wedging the surfboards where they hopefully won’t fall on us in the night. Tomorrow we’ll wake up and head straight to the nearest coffee shop, and do it all again. Just another day with Will Adler.