The story is about how the persistence of my friend led to the shooting of surfers, the loss of my camera, getting the new one and printed photos 8 months later.
Here is how it was: early in the morning of the first day of winter, I understood that I can`t get up and rode under the rain to take photos of surfers. Barely opened eyes I wrote SMS to my friend that I wouldn`t come, but didn`t send it and continued sleeping. My dream was interrupted by the call of my friend with the question “Where are you?” After a while, I understood that hi didn`t receive my SMS and I had to get up. So I rode by bike under the rain to Arcadia beach, to shoot surf session, walk barefooted along the pier with my camera. Sometime later splashing waves fall on the camera and a few hours later it stops working. The next day I took it for repair, but the camera somehow disappeared from the workshop. After 3 months I got from the master the same and new one instead of mine.
Because of the drops that hit the film and lens, the photos
