I’d been shooting the surfers in their waiting room for quite a while, being dissatisfied with the limitations of my dear old camera, when a large grey cylinder loomed into my peripheral vision. Attached to it was a man wielding a bulky tripod attached to a small black camera. As I remarked to Amy apropos lens envy, I almost cried, when I thought of the shots he’d get, and blurted out something to the effect of ‘talk about making a person’s point and shoot look pretty inadequate’. He laughed, then consoled me a little by pointing out what a palava it was, lugging that lens around.
Interesting though – he left before me, complaining the waves weren’t up to much, but after he left I got a little extra, when this young man hove into view on the rocks down on the point below.
I was fascinated to watch him as he set about launching off the rocks.