It’s been a long time coming. I’ve hunted waves with a camera for thirty years, only seeing glimpses “through a lens dimly” of what I knew was there … never quite able to capture the fleeting moment - the curling lip, the translucent glow, the other-worldly abstraction, the chaotic kaleidoscope churning so fast you can’t really track it. Only sense it.
I burned up a lot of film here and there on this quest, sacrificed it vainly on the altar, seeking an elusive transcendence. The advent of digital imaging re-stoked the fire, encouraging my heart that a resumed quest might not again end in futility. Mounting rapid-fire fps counts from successive generations of cameras finally provided a weapon worthy of the prey.
This time, it all converged: a supportive family pushing me to take the time, walk the beach, stalk the light; smooth, high-spirited L-glass yearning for a challenge; a restless ocean assaulting the beach, warning of an approaching storm. Here, the frothing wave bared its heart for a fleeting moment. I am grateful. I’ll be back for another heart to heart before long.