I don’t normally go stepping into ankle deep water while wearing socks and hiking boots, but an unfortunate wave of circumstances called for it’s necessity a few weeks ago while photographing the last light on the shores of Battle Beach State Park, OR.
While photographing one of the best sunset I witnessed during the West Coast excursion, I set up the camera on a tripod in the middle of a field of small rocks scattered over the beach through which the rising tide waters would ebb and flow. I love the effect that is created when the camera captures water rushing between rocks during a long exposure.
In placing the tripod, I calculated that the waves coming in would not reach it except maybe enough to wet it’s feet. Well, I was wrong. While a series of 3 bracketed 10sec exposures was being taken, I noticed a large wave coming in from the left. I stepped back and hopped up on a few rocks as the water came in at an inch or two where I used to be standing and where the tripod still did. Then a second wave came crashing in and the water rose another few inches. This began to concern me, but I kept a sharp eye on the camera, about 8 feet away from me. Then a third wave came in, larger than the first two. The water was now over a foot deep where the tripod was lazily clicking pictures. This technically wasn’t that big of a problem, but as soon as the water began to recede, I immediately noticed the camera and tripod begin to move seaward. I didn’t hesitate one more millisecond. I jumped into the water and grabbed the tripod, dragging it and my now thoroughly wet feet to higher ground. It’s definitely something that didn’t happen again. 🙂