Over the weekend, my camera drowned at the Ditch Plains in Montauk.
It was a split second when the tsunami hit the beach, washed away towels shirts and my camera. Sadly enough, I saved my towel over my camera. I hope it will forgive me for this stupid act of making the wrong decision.
In memory of my Canon A650 I would like to dedicate a post to its life long inspirations.
My camera was always most inspired by the ocean and the beach. Thus it leaves me with a good feeling that it was taken away by the ocean on the beach. IT was meant to be.
I will archive some of its earliest and most influential masters.
Starting with Elger Esser's ephemeral water pictures with layers of fog veiling archaic remnants of human touch on the water...
Having learned from impressionism, moving onto Andreas Gursky's hyper realistic lens...
And finally anchoring itself with Massimo Vitali, the master of beach photography...
Now the story of how my camera came to drown...
It always wanted to be a young surfer but only got the opportunity at its later age.
First It was hesitant to tackle the pro surfers on 5 footers, watching form the shore...
wondered if the tubes would be as calming and inspiring as the calm ocean...
and just when it was about to take on some surf photography, the tsunami came and washed it away...
and just when it was about to take on some surf photography, the tsunami came and washed it away...
