A port is a part of my water housing that allows me to shoot in the brine. You have different ports to match your lenses. Over the years, I’ve shot with dozens of lenses whilst swimming. Today, I swam out with an old port from the back of the cupboard, and it had all kinds of dirt and grit smeared on the inside. In my morning mind fog, I’d forgotten to check it and only realised I was shooting through a trippy, skanky, LSD-riddled port when I pointed it into the sun. The moral of my yarn is that these images will appear different as they’re looking through a layer of grime. Sorry. I’ll clean my act up. Where’s the work experience kid when you need ’em.
Monday is the most peaceful morning in Bondi. It was also a dark morning, which kept many in bed. (Not to mention, it’s silly season. Chrissy parties are slowing down the early risers.) A thin curtain of cloud filled the sky, open on the horizon, so light illuminated upwards. It was spectacular for a short […]