Not many would describe photographing waves as an adrenaline activity, but it was surging through my body while capturing the silky effects on a rock formation in a Cornish gully.
A smooth rocky platform that offered the best viewpoint was submersed in a wash of foaming sea with every larger wave that surged into the gully that day.
This meant timing my drop onto the platform from a higher and safer vantage point with the tripod rigged and the slow shutter and aperture set. I had less than ten seconds to capture the receding sea then quickly clamber back up the rock some two meters higher.
A trusty friend stood in a position of observation and provided much needed warnings of larger waves approaching.
Was I at risk of slipping on the slippery rock or both of us misjudging the size of an approaching wave, yes! But I felt so alive and present! My senses were on the highest alert as the adrenaline pulsed through me.
Worse case, I would have slide into a little sandy gully and been pushed onto or wading fifteen Ish meters up the little pebbly beach. But would my Fuji camera have survived or the images I risked everything for!? Probably not!
In summary. Please don’t attempt anything as foolish as this.
Bjorn.
