I am currently sitting in Australia, on the Gold Coast, waiting for a cyclone to hit. This cyclone has been talked about by most residents and news anchors for about 3-days now and although I have never been in a cyclone, I imagined it would be more intense than what I am experiencing at this moment. But, who knows, maybe the weatherperson was wrong – maybe he/she wasn’t. What I can tell you is that there are big waves and the surfers are loving it. I am here for the next few months, living, working, vacationing – it’s strange to be sitting in shorts during the month of February. But, on this end of the world I guess that is the norm.
I have taken to the beach on most of the days since my arrival. A few times to swim, a few times to start my surfing career (learning is a good start, though), once to go paddle-boarding, once to walk, and once to take photos. I hope to have my surfing up-and-running by the time I leave, there is also the matter of fishing, and working on a few photo projects. Let’s see how this all goes.
On my “photo-walk” down to the beach I was hit with a wonderful sunset, it was quite stunning actually. But the truth is that I am not much of a landscape/sunset photographer. It’s not that I can’t do it (I’ll let you be the judge), because I have a few tricks under my belt for these sort of things. It’s more that it doesn’t excite me as much as other things I could be photographing at a given moment. While basking in the glory of late day sun I attempted a few shots of surfing, but I don’t have the proper equipment with me. The truth is that what I enjoy photographing the most is the story leading up to the surfing, the story leading up to the sunset. Although sunsets are beautiful, for me it’s not about the sunset, it’s about the people surrounding me – who are they, what are their stories? It’s not about the surfing (although it would be awesome to shoot) it is about how the person got there, why a surfboard, what excites him/her about the water, the waves? For me it is about culture and story, I feel if all I am shooting is the end product of the story, the end of the day or the dropping in of the surfer, then I am too late.
Let’s see if I can find the story, I got a few moths to do it.
After saying all this, I shot some landscape. But the photo’s I like most are the surfers standing on the shore waiting to jump in – the end to their day of story and probably the moment they have been looking forward to since their last ride on the water.