” Fuck, that’s sharp! “, I scream. I use my tripod to fend off the prickly thorn bushes.
Soon the tide comes in. Fast.
Moments later I’m scrambling across the cliff face back to safety.
I’m always putting myself in edgy spaces chasing the perfect angle. You get so driven by the shot in mind that you do whatever it takes.
Conditions in the water aren’t too much better. Choppy faces and howling offshore.
The new brother-in-laws share the afternoon session at either sides of the bay.