i love these last two photos. they remind me of freedom, and of undiluted emotions. i remember i had to walk into the sea to get them, and i kept walking, holding my camera up high above my head, until i had the aggressive sea hitting me just about chest high. i then took these two shots with a 200m lens, thats how far into the sea he was. i love, first of all, the sensual memories: the colours - the intense and undiluted blue-, the sound and sensation of being one on one with the sea and nothing else-; and second, i love the idea of a man out there in the midst of this vast and powerful creature, attending to his life's business. his singularity and seeming serenity, his lack of complicated protecting gear, and thus his lack of fear. the intimacy of his relationship with something this wondrous and powerful. i think i would be petrified being out there in such an exposed contraption, so obviously at the mercy of the deep and voluminous blue. im not that intimate with the sea. he however, exudes a familiarity with it that captivated my imagination. so this is what is possible if one lives a different life, takes on a different relationship with the sea.