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I have an admission to make. I love great photography. I have even taken a few truly great pictures in my time. I am not a professional, but I guess you could call me an avid amateur. Actually, when you see the cost of my equipment, I think most would say I am an extremely avid amateur.
I have downloaded literally hundreds of thousands of photos on my computer, and I will admit that the majority of those are of women. Tall ones, small ones.... Big tits, great asses..... Pretty faces, in pretty places...Provocatively dressed, or sensuously naked.... You name it, I probably have it. Some are there for stimulating reasons, (news flash.... Men sometimes like to jerk off to pictures of women) and many others are there for the sheer artistry and beauty of the subject, or the photo, or both. That's how you learn to take great photos; by observing what a great photo looks like. Most times, greatness isn't so much a matter of talent as it is experience. Especially in the digital age.
I must also admit that I don't normally go out of my way to take people pictures, preferring instead nature or wildlife as my subjects of choice. That's actually why I found myself on the north shore of Oahu that day. I wanted to try to get some surf shots. When I say 'surf', I mean the waves themselves, not the brave (or foolish, depending on your point of view) young men and women who ride them.
It was early in the evening, say an hour or so before sunset, when I found my spot at the top of the beach, among the low dunes and scrubby trees. The beach was pretty deserted. All the surfer dudes and dudettes were plying their trade elsewhere, and there were few beach walkers in this area. I wanted to get a shot of the waves cresting. The wind was blowing off-shore, causing the spray from the breaking waves to sparkle like airborne diamonds. It was very 'Hawaii 5-0', which was exactly the shot I wanted.
With that in mind, I set up my gear and took a seat on the sand. I set the tripod as low as it would go, so I wouldn't have to stand for an hour or more. I was facing into the sunset, and I was getting a great look down the tube of the breaking waves as they passed directly between myself and the burning glare of the sun. I would take a three or four frame sequence with each wave that passed, and use the camera's display to check the results, before making adjustments for the next sequence.
I had my eye in the viewfinder when something intruded into frame from the bottom left. Just a blurry blob, it reminded me of two days earlier, when I was recording the sunset on Waikiki beach. Some inconsiderate asshole had decided to park his fat ass right in front of my camera, no more than five feet away. He then looked right at the camera, and still didn't even comprehend that he was being a jerk. In the dictionary, under 'oblivious', is his picture.
Anyway, that's what was going through my mind as the blurry blob crowded in front of my waves. I muttered a few choice words under my breath, and turned the knob on the tripod head, adjusting the framing to exclude the offending object.
Several wave sets later, the blob was back, this time filling about one-third of the frame. There was no way to fix this without moving both the tripod and myself. I decided to see what, or more likely who, was ruining my view. I turned the zoom ring on the lens, allowing me to see who it was. As the auto focus centred on the object, I saw just how wrong I was.
It was a woman's head. A very attractive woman's head. Even with the glaring sun behind her, reducing her to a back-lit silhouette, I could see she was gorgeous. She had a classic profile, and her long straight hair hung past her shoulders.
