The last time I did one of these trips, my favourite shot was, strangely, the crew at the bow of the boat hauling anchor. So blow me down if the same thing didn't happen this time, though the crew was replaced by Dickie, operating the little diesel rig that did the job for him. The rhythm of this tiny chugger, and it's fumes, became part of the music of the trip, and why the hell I'm nostalgic over the smell of diesel exhaust is beyond me.
Still, the feeling exists.
As for the shot, it's just the colour and the quiet as Dickie waits for the word to start 'er up. In the background, a little left reels off. This wave later cranked, got up to a good double overhead and entertained some of us for an afternoon, before the one and only storm tracked through and blew us all to Billy O.
The other two pics? One is said left as the swell began to kick, the other, just another wave. Empty.
3 comments:
lovely images - and I'm learning some surfers lingo too thanks to your tutorial (double overhead sounds like fun)
Still not seeing the crowds bru'....
totally nostalgic - i can hear boy singing in the background over the roar of that engine...
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