This is not a new image. Actually it was taken some time ago.
I was on my way to a photo shoot at a quaint little B&B, about 2 hours drive from my home, when I got the message that the shoot had been cancelled. Apparently the email had been sent the night before, but thanks to a cyber glitch I didn’t get the message until I was almost at my destination.
Now I could have just turned the car around and headed home, but since I had already driven for 2 hours I figured I ought to make it worth my while. So I headed off another half an hour down the road to a little fishing village called Tin Can Bay. I had never been there before and was curious as to what I would find.
Unfortunately the weather was not at it’s best. A light rain awaited my arrival on the coast… but I was not going to let this deter me. I had had more than enough disappointment for one day already. So camera in hand, I walked out on the soggy sand to see what I could find.
Turns out I only go 2 usable shots at Tin Can Bay. This and another. This was one of the first times I had ever shot with a wide-angle lens it was a huge learning curve for me. It was also one of the first times (actually if memory serves, it was the first time) that I had shot in HDR. It was terribly fun. That is until the rain started to come down with greater and greater ferocity. Finally, forced to seek shelter, I headed back to the safety of the car.
Frantically searching pockets, but with no joy.
Realising that my mobile phone is safely secured within my vehicle merely adds to my now ever growing panic.
I was miles from home. No-one had any clue as to where I was. I wasn’t expected home until tomorrow. I had no way to get inside my car. And the rain was coming down.
My keys must have fallen out of my pocket at some point whilst kneeling down to secure the best shot. I hadn’t walked very far, so they shouldn’t be too hard to find. That is until I realised just how quickly the tide was coming in. So quickly in fact that one of the spots where I was shooting had already been engulfed.
I can’t be exactly sure how long it took before I found my keys laying safely on the sand by a mangrove tree.
It felt like approximately forever, but I am fairly certain it was a little less time than that.
This was actually the second time I had lost my car keys whilst shooting. The first was even worse as it was literally in the middle of the Aussie bush, with no phone reception (not that I had the phone… it was locked in the car) and I had been walking along and across a raging creek. On that occasion I found them, perched upon a large rock right in the middle of the flowing water.
I haven’t lost them since. I have learned to be much more careful.
But these experiences taught me so much more than just how to firmly secure my car keys to my camera strap to avoid losing them. Sometimes you have to take a risk. Going out on a limb occasionally. Doing something a bit different.
After all… that is what makes life interesting.