I posted a picture a few days ago from my recent dawn shoot at Trebarwith Strand. This was the scene about an hour and a half later. The sunshine had made significant inroads into the shadows..
Taking pictures like these mean making certain sacrifices. Apart from waiting the four and a half hours on a rock in the cold to get the shot, when you’re totally engrossed in what you’re doing, you tend to miss certain important little details like a rising tide and getting wet seems to have become the norm when Chillbrook gets anywhere near the ocean..
The following pictures depict the scene behind the long exposures and apparent tranquillity that belie a surging, roaring surf that was threatening to knock me off the rock. The rock I was perched on is about 8 feet, at it’s highest point, above the channels either side that have been carved over thousands of years by the actions of the surf and the stream that runs down on the left.
Bearing this in mind, you’ll get some idea of the height of the surf and crashing waves that were surging shoreward whilst I was taking the long exposures My Wellington boots were of little use as I found myself standing in about two and a half feet of water when this particular wave came ashore.
24mm f/22 1/10 sec. ISO 100