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Bouncing off the Reef – Chasing Nothing
This week, I'm in post production - editing piles of video and photos into something approaching a finished product.

But that doesn't mean I couldn't squeeze in a swim or two. I was back down at Bronte, the conditions, too perfect to pass up. One morning in particular the underwater visibility was over 10m ... which; when you live this close to Sydney's run off ... never happens.

So what better time to go for a swim around my favourite pile of rocks and seaweed? I learnt surf photography at Bronte, and being without a board, free to bounce off the rocks is quite something else from surfing. If you're surfing Bronte, you spend the whole time nervous, eyes peeled for rocks beneath the surface. 
On a low tide they lurk just below the surface, only revealing themselves at the last second as the incoming waves pull the water off them, giving you no room to bail.
That is - unless you're a one of the locals - who don't seem to give a damn, knowledgeable as they are on each rocks position, they carve a path from the break at the edge of the reef, weaving their way between the plant covered rocks - totally unfazed.

I'm not that crazy .. but give me a camera and stubby fins however - all of a sudden I don't have a care in the world.
No board to drag you into a mess, no need to pop back up, just dive down and grab hold of a rock and watch the world above wash over you.
These days I flick effortlessly between swimming and standing; waiting till the last second to leap over the incoming waves so they don't roll me over the sharper rocks. 
Sometime I even let the waves carry me into a rock, feet out, I land as if guided by the water, in to position for my next angle.

It really is a lot of fun, just bouncing around out there.


/James