I went to the beach a lot when I was back in Australia. Well I went to the back of the beach a lot. Or I went to the rocks adjacent to the beach. The sandy bit I’m not a fan of and I’m pretty sure I’d melt if I went in the wet bit. Plus this is Australia...so...SHAAAAAAAAAAAARKS. not that I’ve seen one but they are definitely out there waiting for a tasty Tim to devour.
So behind the beach and on the rocks I shall remain. It was possible from there to get some interesting pics. I continued to try some panning shots and try to get the skill right. I’ve seen the experts work and I am a long way off. But that’s the fun bit about photography. There’s always chances to practice skills and get better.
The motion of the ocean gives you so many opportunities but it’s also a living breathing organism (in my opinion) and it doesn’t always do want you want. Many a morning I would get up early, go to a spot to get some shots only to be greeted by a flat sea, or small segmented waves that broke in random form. Sometime the waves would be awash with...well...wash. Foam and the remnants of waves past would extend from the beach out passed the breaking waves. Those days you’d get nothing. You’d have to turn tail, put the gear back in the car and head home without even getting the camera out. More than once a waterfall, or lack thereof has given me the same result.
I think these days are just fine. That perfect panning shot of a breaking wave, the lines and the colour that go with it, is unattainable. But you start to pick signs and reasons why you’ve got nothing to show for your efforts. You start to look for similarities with the times the ocean or lake or whatever your shooting, saluted and gave you a photo you love. You start to identify the where’s and when’s of getting a good shot. You learn.
Losing and failing have gotten a bad name. The desire to always win can be overriding & the fear of getting nothing can drive us to get desperate. Losing without a lesson is truly losing. Losing and learning, not so bad.