I imagine most of my possessions will outlive me. It’s a sobering thought. I’ll be burned, and chucked into the water by some young relative, then there will be all this shit sitting around for someone to deal with. Or will there? The tree behind me

BREATHE OUT, THERE YOU GO! Though there’s too many people to thank individually for their amazing contribution to this edition, we’re gonna give it a crack anyway. First up, when we set out to commission artwork for this edition of White Horses, we h

“I’m an Australia-born, Costa Rica based artist and designer. I live and surf in Playa Negra. My art and my life is a constant and evolving exploration of travel, murals (I have painted 263 in six countries), surfing, photography, tarot, colour (espe

I’ve always been into timber work and my boat building apprenticeship heightened that interest, but during a trip to Hawaii in 2015 I saw this friendly-faced Hawaiian man carving a Tiki in a back alley market in Waikiki. He was wearing a singlet, sho

AN APPRECIATION BY PACHA LIGHT RETURNED WITH LOVE, BY DEAN DAMPNEY A FEW OF THEIR FAVOURITE THNGS, BY BRUCE USHER LIFE UNDER SAIL, WITH GRA MURDOCH ■

LINLEY HURRELL ON THE PLEASURES OF QUIETUDE I believe that everything’s a balance — whatever you take from the ocean, you have to give it back, in some form. I grew up just north of the 90 Mile Beach, in Gippsland, eastern Victoria. I spent a lot of

I live at Avalon and I’m a PDHPE teacher (sports and health teacher) at the Northern Beaches Secondary College. About 17 years ago, two year-eight students asked if I had a spare fibreglass board for them. They were doing the Learn to Surf program. W

The Red Pat Rawson board (17½” wide) behind me is one of my remaining Pipeline boards from the early 1990s. The pink board from “the snap” is in halves and on display with my black Gath helmet in Barry Kanaiaupuni’s Boardrider store at Haleiwa. The R

Still hours ’til daylight and the carpark’s chokkas already. Vans and utes, strewn with guns, parked bumper to bumper for the length of the street and around the corner. Reaching the lineup after paddling the requisite K or so, it’s not yet light eno

I’m 41. Three kids. I’ve seen the spare tyre come and go above my waist line, more prominent with each child. That former life – surfing hours on end, days on end – now replaced with three-wave surfs and half-hour ‘Dad’ windows. Wouldn’t have it any

JOSH AND JOSH FROM HURLEY NEIL FROM RIP CURL BUTCH, TIM AND KAZ FROM REEF NATHAN AND TOM FROM LEISURE COLLECTIVE RAZ, WAZZA AND ZANE FROM FIREWIRE IAN FROM ATOLL TRAVEL DANE, NAIMA AND HAYLEY FROM PATAGONIA JD AND BAINY FROM O’NEILL BRIAN AND DONNA F

PHIL USHER PHOTOGRAPHED ON THE FAR NORTH COAST BY ANDREW SHIELD MICHAEL CARSON PHOTOGRAPHED ON THE NSW SOUTH COAST BY RAY COLLINS COREY GRAHAM PHOTOGRAPHED ON THE SURF COAST BY ULA MAJEWSKI DALE WILSON PHOTOGRAPHED ON THE GC BY ANDREW SHIELD We were

THE CARVER MATT DILLON TIKI CREATOR WITH BRUCE USHER THE LEGEND JIM DAVIDSON NATIONAL TREASURE WITH JJ JENKINS THE LENDER ADRIAAN VAN DER WALLEN BOARD LIBRARY FOUNDER WITH BRUCE USHER ■

George Greenough • Hugh McLeod • Australian Serials • John Young • Royce Leu • Gerry Lopez • Marlton Family • Kurt Avouris • Nick Greally • Rex Gillard • Julia White • Shannon Platt • Gary Saunders • Adrian Peirce • Adrian Peirce • Mick Rudder • Simo

I was 19 when I got hooked on sailing. It was summertime on the North Shore and my friend, Erik Knutson, had a tiny little sailboat. My brother and I jumped in one day and we sailed from Ehukai down to Waimea. And it was just so much fun. The next we

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BREATHE IN, SLOW DOWN

A woman, grinning, in the sunlight. A 6’8 single fin and a perfect turquoise wave, moving at speed. These are some of the sweeter shapes that joy can take. The unique salty calligraphy of this particular flight pattern is in constant motion, inscribe

It’s a smoky spring afternoon and my girlfriend Emily and I are at Pine Tree. The nearby Cape Le Grand National Park is ablaze and visibility is poor, but we have the beach to ourselves. And I’m surfing! Well, sort of. For months I’d endured an on-ag

The contrast when crossing the border from California to Baja is as clear as night and day. The classic cookie-cutter lifestyle of San Diego immediately fades away as you head for the first Mexican town of Tijuana. For someone not used to the transit

JD & BAINY FROM O’NEILL NEIL & EMILY FROM RIP CURL BUTCH, TIM & KAZ FROM REEF JOHN & JOSH FROM WORLD SURFARIS NATHAN & TOM FROM LEISURE COLLECTIVE IAN FROMA TOLL TRAVEL DAVE FROM VANIMO JYE FROM JYE BURNES SURFBOARDS NAIMA, HAYLEY & DANE FROM PATAGON

Sometimes, only sometimes, there are things which are more important than surfing. We’re still here in old Melbourne town. Enduring one of the world’s longest lockdowns. Abandoned and ostracised by closed borders, rings of steel, an imperceptible mic

ALICIA KING CHER & GEORGE CHILDREN OF THE TIDE NIK ZANELLA LOGAN MURRAY THE LIFE OF SCRUBBS THE COLLECTOR WAYNE WINCHESTER ADAM CHERNOK ORDER FORM ■

I’m early and they haven’t arrived yet, so I pull the surf mat out of the boot of my rental and begin to blow it up. It’s been stuffed at the back of a shelf in my garage since my second pregnancy. I’m hoping that today — as I no longer have a mound

Using a remote flash for surf-related photography in the water has been around for years. I’m not exactly sure who the pioneer was but no doubt it was inspired by other sports such as skateboarding. I recall a particular photo by Tom Carey at the sta

I wake up to the sound of waves crashing against the rocky shoreline. Searching for my watch, the time reads 6:15 am. High tide. It is pitch black outside and I contemplate attempting to fall back asleep on my partially deflated air mattress. Then I