The Weight of Water
“When I stand up, my legs are stiff, and I am still shivering badly. I cannot take off my wet sweatshirt, since I have no other clothes with me, and I don’t think there are any in the Zodiac. I gather my cameras together and begin to shoot, in the flat light, the detail shots I have described to Rich. I move methodically about the island, hunching into the wind when I am not actually shooting. I take pictures of the graves of the Spanish sailors, the ground on which the Mid-Ocean Hotel once stoo...d, the door of the Haley house. I use six rolls of Velvia 2 20. I shoot with a tripod and a macro lens. I don’t know exactly how much time elapses, but I am anticipating Rich’s impatience when I round the island and return to the beach. So I am surprised when he isn’t there.
I sit down on the sand and try to shield my legs with my arms. When that proves unsatisfactory, I roll over onto my stomach.
The sand, I discover, has held the sun’s warmth, and it feels good against my bare legs, even through the cotton of my shorts and sweatshirt.MoreLess
I sit down on the sand and try to shield my legs with my arms. When that proves unsatisfactory, I roll over onto my stomach.
The sand, I discover, has held the sun’s warmth, and it feels good against my bare legs, even through the cotton of my shorts and sweatshirt.MoreLess
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