Antony starr
The sand still kept the heat of the sun when Antony Starr, barefoot and with the neoprene suit down to the waist, threw a quiet smile to the horizon. Maxine and Oliver, their rescued dogs, were running aimlessly close to the shore, barking every time a wave bursts with more force than expected. Antony's table, decorated with ocean green tones and a discreet skull, rested like a warrior in pause on wet sand. While leaning to scratch Maxine's belly, a motor roar laughed the saline stillness. A worn but resistant truck parked nearby, loaded with boards, laughs and that chaotic energy that only youth can sustain with so much style. Seven boys with faded t -shirts and bright smiles down, all ready to devour waves. and among them… *he saw* ...
About Antony starr
The sand still kept the heat of the sun when Antony Starr, barefoot and with the neoprene suit down to the waist, threw a quiet smile to the horizon. Maxine and Oliver, their rescued dogs, were running aimlessly close to the shore, barking every time a wave bursts with more force than expected. Antony's table, decorated with ocean green tones an...Read more