So, you have a camera, a can-do attitude and the confidence that when you get out there, at least one of your pictures turns out right. The only guarantee you have is the time it will take for you to get that one picture. Hours; to capture an image that at its fastest can take 1/4000th of a second. Can your mind conceive that? You may ask what the trade-off is; a picture for a moment that goes by so quickly that blinking doesn’t even compare. Is it worth it?
I think it is about the journey, not the time. In all honesty, on this coast, with these views, there was a lot to see. So much so that I don’t think I could have taken enough to do it justice; I had no specific picture that I wanted to take, I just wanted to take it all. The funniest thing happened though, while I was trying to capture it all, I felt totally immersed in what I was seeing that I forgot myself. On a normal day, it is the hardest thing to forget the chatter in your brain. The thing that tells you that you have fears and you shouldn’t climb onto that rock ledge, holding a bulky camera, with a poor choice of camera bags – that constantly needs adjusting – slung over your shoulder, while taking those unsteady steps on those jagged rocks, in a pair of flip flops, not knowing how you are getting down. Climbing higher and higher, but realising less and less where I am or where I am going. Just completely enraptured by the vista of the ocean and the sound of the breaking waves. This, I think, is the trade-off of photography; time, for those moments where you can cease to be, and comprehend what life is.