What a perfect Friday to hide indoors.
I woke up to a text this morning from my significant other alerting me of the waves down by the water. He had caught a glimpse of them on his way in to work and knew what my reaction would be.
I don’t think I’ve ever rushed out the door so quickly. In too much of a rush to properly search for my rain covers, I did the old fail safe emergency plastic bag surgery on the Nikon, combined with a hair elastic and backup scarf. I’m telling you, people in the area must think I am insane.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so willing to stand in inclement weather with my camera. Half an hour later with my jacket now sacrificed to protect the camera instead of myself (with me subsequently drenched from head to toe), I finally realized that every image could be a good one today.
What can I say? I’m still infatuated with waves.
If you ever see a drowned blonde wandering around with what appears to be a winter jacket with a lens hood attached to the end of it, don’t worry.