For teh spectator, there are long gaps in watching a sailboat race.
Although, with a camera in hand there is never a moment wasted.
There are always challenges and unusual angles to find as well as surroundings to frame.
I happened to glance down at the jetty I was standing on and was struck by the different surfaces on which I was standing. Thirty, fifty maybe even eighty years worth of old and new wooden planks. With the river glinting between. I was also struck by the different screws and bolts used as fasteners.
The water was always changing and I am fascinated by the shape of the waves left in the wake of the larger power boats. These had passed me and were heading for shore.
Then I wondered about what was underneath the jetty, so I walked back to the shore and looked. The reeds made a great reflection in this sheltered little space.
All the while, I was keeping an eye on the racing and they were getting closer to the finish with their second-last turn, back into the now very strong sea gale. This was the middle of the fleet and some were having difficulties.