Day 1: I had planned to shoot at sunset on the first day of my trip. I found an awesome spot, and felt like that I was going to take the shot of my life. It was a high tide and I could see three-meter waves in the distance. I did lots of mental calculations and convinced myself that waves would not pass my knee from where I was standing. Then I turned back, and got busy doing final adjustments when I heard a big roar and saw water splashing up to my chest. I instantly looked at my camera to found out that it was all wet… I had to rush back to motel to use tissue and dryer to dry it up. I did not take a single shot on the first day! Day 2: I was so happy that my camera could survive. I put on the second set of clothes that I had brought with me. So, I was ready for sunrise shots next day. I was giggling to myself that I was so wise to bring a spare clothes for a one-day trip. It was a high tide again and waves were even bigger than the day before. I decided to keep a reasonable distance from the ocean this time. Now just my feet were in the water. I started clicking and this shot was one the first ones that I took. I continued shooting for half an hour or so until I was ambushed by the mother nature again; I caught in an odd big wave which went up to my wrist… Water was still dribbling from my shorts when I was checking out from the motel an hour later. Anyway, at least I was happy with the outcome. Hope that you'll like it too!
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