Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Tel Aviv Wave Diary Part 3

This is the final installment of my Tel Aviv Wave Diary.

The above picture was the last in the album and is the one that gives me the most pleasure. The surfer was my friend Ofer, who really lived for sport, surfing in particular. I framed this picture and gave it to him at his wedding.

Soon after he called to say that it was the best gift of all. He described the elements that made it the perfect shot -- the spray to the left of the board indicating a hard turn, the weight being shifted to the front foot suggesting a walk to the nose. Ofer had spent a good amount of time analyzing the picture, overlooking the obvious flaws of washed out color and grainy detail.

I love the shot because the wave is big enough to obscure the thick crowd of surfers on the other side of the wave, the whitewater providing good contrast for Ofer's dark hair and wetsuit.

With Ofter's high praise two years of impossible photography suddenly felt worthwhile and noble. 

When I was in Tel Aviv these pictures felt lifeless and flat, and I often despaired of getting any good pictures from the water. I have several albums from Israel of technically decent pictures of everything under the sun shot on land. Now as I look at these shots I feel I was onto something, the pictures bringing back the smell of the sea in the morning, the wetsuit hanging in my shower, the stash of repair resin under the sink. The life lesson for me is a basic one -- no thoughtful endeavor is ever wasted.



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