Arresting_ 5611
The devil on my shoulder named Paul D. was insistent that I make the treacherous climb down to the forbidden photographers playground. So I did. Slid down mostly. When we got down to the bottom, there was one other photographer who told us he had just been hit by a huge wave. The sea seemed wilder than usual and those rogue waves can be unpredictable. The bottom of the Pinnacles is like a little alcove, full of these large, sometimes unstable boulders, the surface like sandpaper, surrounded by towering cliffs. There is little stable ground to perch on.
I was trying very hard to balance on the rocks with the tripod and keep my filters relatively dry from relentless sea spray. After some time, I looked toward the Sherpa and noticed blood, pouring down his leg with numerous cuts and abrasions. Horrified, I asked him what happened. He said he had told me 15 minutes ago and all I said was "pass me the 10 stop". I swear I never heard him tell me. However I am never going to live that one down!
Battered, bruised and swollen, he had to climb back up to the top and walk the 2 kilometres back to the car.
Still, when I think of the magic couple of hours we spent there and the resulting images, I think it was worth it :)
Arresting_ 5611
The devil on my shoulder named Paul D. was insistent that I make the treacherous climb down to the forbidden photographers playground. So I did. Slid down mostly. When we got down to the bottom, there was one other photographer who told us he had just been hit by a huge wave. The sea seemed wilder than usual and those rogue waves can be unpredictable. The bottom of the Pinnacles is like a little alcove, full of these large, sometimes unstable boulders, the surface like sandpaper, surrounded by towering cliffs. There is little stable ground to perch on.
I was trying very hard to balance on the rocks with the tripod and keep my filters relatively dry from relentless sea spray. After some time, I looked toward the Sherpa and noticed blood, pouring down his leg with numerous cuts and abrasions. Horrified, I asked him what happened. He said he had told me 15 minutes ago and all I said was "pass me the 10 stop". I swear I never heard him tell me. However I am never going to live that one down!
Battered, bruised and swollen, he had to climb back up to the top and walk the 2 kilometres back to the car.
Still, when I think of the magic couple of hours we spent there and the resulting images, I think it was worth it :)