December 23rd. I got to Tsurigasaki Coast around 10:30 in the morning. This is the place where surfing races would be held. I could smell the salty scent of the sea. It was windy and warm, maybe due to the influence of yesterday’s weather ( it was very windy and warm the day before).
The coast was spreading as far as I could see. There seemed to be more than 100 surfers in the wild waves though I could not see them clearly. The waves are black and only the crests of the waves were white, and sands on the beach were dark. I saw the distinctive, powerful and restless waves of this area, facing the Pacific. Parking my car at a parking lot near the signboard of ‘planned site’, I passed away the landmark ‘torii’ (shrine gate) and walked closer to the seashore. Then I felt like being swallowed up by the hugeness and surging sound of waves.
I could find nothing to remind me of the Olympics there yet. Continuous seashore, powerful and relentless waves, and surfers in a huge space. That was all I could see and hear there.
Some surfers were taking rests next to their surfboards.
I spent almost an hour on shooting and left there on that day. I really felt that they had chosen a nice place.