My brother and I became obsessed with surfing as teenagers, even though we lived a 4-hour drive from the beach. When we couldn’t be in the water, we obsessed over grainy, VHS surf videos and the day-glo surf magazines of the 1980s in our central Pennsylvania living room. After he died of cancer at the age of 25, I continued surfing as a way of staying close to him. Still, I’ve always lived in landlocked places, never less than 2 hours from the nearest waves.

Landlocked is a tribute to the power of surf photography and the delicious agony of being a landlocked surfer. Each image is a photo of a photo from a recent issue of The Surfer’s Journal, shot through a half-full, sweating pint glass that happens to be from our favorite surf shop in our “home” beach of Ocean City, Maryland.

As I took these photos in my living room in central North Carolina, I was flooded with the same stoke that filled two young brothers almost 40 years ago in a different, yet identical place.