Sleepin' with the fishes.
Battered and bruised from the day before at Sandy’s, we decided to take it easy. We figured we’d give snorkeling at Shark’s Cove another try, since we didn’t have water shoes the last time we visited, and boy, are some shoes needed. We suited up in our gear and waded through the rocks into the shallow waters. What from a distance, appeared to be a lame snorkeling hole packed with tourists turned out to be a calm, quiet little gem, filled with colorful fish and sea urchins galore! I wanted to remember this. The moment where we floated around, anxiously pointing at all the little creatures that surrounded us. The signals (and murmured screams) we gave each other when something good swam through. The lulling sound of the current funneling into the cove. The split second I thought I was a mermaid when my ponytail came loose. The calming sound of my rhythmic breath feeding through the snorkel. The way the light seeped through the waves and created dancing patterns on the ocean floor. Just us and the ocean.
I wandered the isles of the local grocery store across the street. Once I found it, I was almost embarrassed to purchase it. Not only was it a disposal camera, but a waterproof one. And overpriced, nonetheless. A photographer doesn’t use a disposable camera. But these people in line didn’t know I was a professional. To them I was just another sun-burned tourist.
We swam and we clicked, we laughed and we posed. We passed the camera back and fourth to each other and, as usual, I screamed a bubbly, murmered scream as slimy, unknown fish got too close for comfort. We flew through 24 frames in the blink of an eye and we had a blast. Then, I did the unthinkable and added photographer insult to photography injury. I dropped them off for 1 hour developing.
I know that I am a photographer, a professional for crying out loud, so I should be using my fancy camera with high-tech gear to be taking all of these images, right?!!? In the eyes of a lot of industry professionals that's what sets us apart from the “amateurs” and what people pay us for, right??! In my mind, that's true...to a certain extent. I’m sure my love for iphone travel photos and disposable 1 hour cameras is easy for some to look down on, but in my mind, it’s perfection. For me, I’m realizing my photos are not made from the gear, or the editing, or the technical perfection. They’re the moment. And living in it. Capturing it. My particular eye for seeing things as interesting photos. That’s what I appreciate about photography and love more than anything. That’s why I started taking photos as a teenager. To be able to remember the fleeting moments just as they are. In blurry, grainy, laughing perfection. Who wants to be fiddling around with ISO when you’re underwater anyway? You may just miss a turtle, or even more entertaining, a MARSHALL doggie-paddling by! (And don't get me wrong, I still love my great gear, I'm just more interested in using what I've got to not miss the moment instead of stumbling over the technicalities. I think we all should rock what we've got!)
Some fun shots with an underwater disposable camera.
I kept pointing to the ocean floor and screaming to Marshall "LOOK AT THE LIGHHTTTTT!!!!" Once he finally figured out what I was saying, he humored me with "Yeah, it's just lovely!!!" IT'S CLEARLY A PHOTOGRAPHER THING.
Like my neon snorkel gear? You know I picked it out. It matches most of my bikini options.