This is one of my earliest big wave pictures.  It was taken on a very cold day in February.  The wind was blowing icy sand into my eyes, and ears and equipment, but it was so worth it, because the pictures I was able to get that day were amazing.  (I'll tell myself that next February in order to get myself out there, if similar conditions present themselves.) 

We were living on a boat when I put this photograph in my show at the Spring Street Gallery.  I didn't have a big workspace available, so I was matting and framing the picture on the floor of the Gallery, the night before my show.   I couldn't make up my mind about a name for the picture.  Someone happened to wander into the Gallery.  She asked me how much the picture cost.  At that time, the whole sales process was difficult for me.  I said, "I can't tell you."   She said, "Why not?"  I said, "Because it's too expensive."   Well, long story short, she named the picture and then she bought it and is now the proud owner of the first example of what became a defining moment in my life as a photographer.   Better yet, Sue has become my good friend and this is possibly the most important thing about photography.  It establishes a point of connection between people that might not have happened any other way.

You can see this picture at the Block Island Medical Center.  I gave it to them because of the way they took care of my father.  So if you are already seasick you can go to the Medical Center and see this giant wave looming over you.  That said, it is a wonderful picture.