For some photos, you have to quite literally wade right in. I was about fifty metres out in the water for this shot of Shark Bay. My assistant was actually hidden behind the boat, doing his best to hold the vessel dead still in the breeze. We were there for about an hour taking different shots as the sun came up. Just behind us was the house where the boats owner lived. He must have been intrigued. Finally he came out and told us his story. He had bought the picturesque dinghy, he said, because it had reminded him of an artwork he loved. Mooring the vessel outside his home, he had recreated the picture of his dreams. Now, ironically, the original inspiration has gone full circle, allowing the creation of a delightful new artwork this time in photographic form.
For some photos, you have to quite literally wade right in. I was about fifty metres out in the water for this shot of Shark Bay. My assistant was actually hidden behind the boat, doing his best to hold the vessel dead still in the breeze. We were there for about an hour taking different shots as the sun came up. Just behind us was the house where the boats owner lived. He must have been intrigued. Finally he came out and told us his story. He had bought the picturesque dinghy, he said, because it had reminded him of an artwork he loved. Mooring the vessel outside his home, he had recreated the picture of his dreams. Now, ironically, the original inspiration has gone full circle, allowing the creation of a delightful new artwork this time in photographic form.