The sea roars in the distance. Waiting for the right wave to reach us is difficult and tedious, especially as the natural light fades—or has already vanished entirely. You have to crank up the ISO, risking the sharpness of the image. Behind me, the other girls are waiting for their turn. They’ll all get soaked, but not every shot will turn out like this epic one that Wendy and I managed to capture.
El mar ruge al fondo. Esperar por la ola adecuada a que llegue a nosotros es difícil y tedioso, porque la luz natural se va, o ya es inexistente. Hay que subir el ISO y arriesgar la nitidez. Detrás mío las demás chicas esperan su turno. Todas se mojarán, pero no todas quedarán como ésta épica foto que logramos Wendy y yo.
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