The Photographer
One day our mate Dave turned up at the surf with a camera. We gathered around and went ooh and aah and expressed great admiration for the contraption, and marveled at the wonders of modern technology. He informed us of his intention to take snapshots in the water, and assured us he was confident he would be able to pull it off. We frowned, scratched our noses and rubbed our chins thoughtfully. It seemed like an enterprise fraught with difficulty. We didn’t doubt his talent, skill and ability, but the challenges appeared considerable. With supreme indifference Dave shrugged off our reservations. ‘It’ll be right’, he said, ‘just wait and see.’ So we nodded our agreement, and proceeded to watch the spectacle unfold. Being, of course, more than willing to be of assistance we lent him a hand getting all the equipment out of his van, and helped him carry it all down to the beach. We left him there to sort things out, and paddled out onto the water into the surf, glancing back over our sh...