Just a Little Off

Early yesterday morning I received a text from a good friend in California.  The text was a head’s up that world-famous wave photographer Clark Little was going to be at Makena Beach State Park, or Big Beach, at 8AM Thursday morning.  Clark had posted a message on his instagram account inviting people to join him around 8-ish.

If you are not familiar with Clark Little’s work, take a few minutes and peruse his website, his instagram feed or his Facebook page.

I was scheduled to work at 9AM, so I was not planning on heading down there, due to the time restraint.  I hate being late to work, or anywhere else for that matter.  If you say 10 o’clock, I’m there at 9:50.  To be late to something makes me ill.  If I know I cannot make it to my destination on time I’ll begin to sweat and get anxious.  It probably is a disease with a real fancy name made up by some physicians who promote the drug to overcome this problem, but I think I can live with being early and alert than on time and doped up.

Somehow I got over the fact that I might be exactly on time for work and not early and talked myself into driving a few minutes past work in order to meet Mr. Little.  I showed up at 7:50AM and set my alarm for 8:40AM to warn me that I had to head to work.

Big Beach panoramic.
Big Beach panoramic.
Big Beach lifeguard stand or leftover Lunar Module form the Apollo program.
Big Beach lifeguard stand or leftover Lunar Module form the Apollo program.

With camera in hand I decided to walk around a bit and shoot some of the beach.  After thirty minutes or so I began to get the feeling Clark Little was going to be a no-show.

Sandy shadow selfie.
Sandy shadow selfie.

I started shooting anything and everything around me.  The surf, the sand, the sun.  heck, I even shot pictures of drones flying above me taking pictures of me taking pictures of it.

Drone shot.
Drone shot.
Foam action.
Foam action.
Leaves and sunshine.
Leaves and sunshine.
Keeping a weathered eye on the horizon.
Keeping a weathered eye on the horizon.

I ran into a few friends and fellow Maui Camera Club members while waiting for Clark’s arrival.  It was nice to catch up with them, but in the back of my mind all I could think was that I was going to miss him.  My alarm went off, reminding my that I needed to leave the beach, get changed and head to work, so i said my goodbyes and walked to my car.

As I started my car, Clark Little went walking by my hood on the way towards the beach, his underwater housing and camera in hand.

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