And the isle was conquered for a double daytime celebration, accessible only by the front crawl or a rowers’ stroke. I did both. And basked in sunlit splendor, jumped from rocks into the undulating deep blue below, introduced my knee to the barnacles that lined the way out, etc…
Didn’t actually get much photo stuff done. Shot on the row over, captured a couple of establishing shots, and then… well, the relaxation took over.
I’m a big fan of the horizon bending to the iron will of the fisheye. And the oars bend back.