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Take photos under water, I love it. But palmer, much less. I realized this well by diving in Alor, Indonesia.
More than a month has passed since my stay in so, in July 2012. A trip to the far reaches of Indonesia, dedicated to what I love most of all: diving and taking pictures underwater.
Since my return, I continue, day after day, to sort my underwater images brought back from this lost archipelago - more than a thousand photos!
On the screen of my computer, I rediscover the beauty of the reefs, full of huge barrel sponges, tables of coral, colorful gorgonians ... And I remember my dives there. Dives sometimes "sports", as they say.
Yes, it was necessary to palmer ... 😆
Strategy of least effort
I knew, before leaving, that there were strong currents in Alor. Having already touched those of Nusa Penida / Lembongan, from Komodo or Raja Ampat, I'm starting to have a little experience of this type of dives.
But I know my physical limits and I am also a little crowded under water by the bulky box of my 7D. Underwater photography involves a strategy of least effort. Drifting dives, where you just have to let yourself be carried away by the current, without the need to fight, go well with me. The dives where we hook on the reef in the current, to admire the show without running out, I'm fine too. On the other hand, palmer against the current, or to follow a group that advances too quickly for my taste, with big strokes of energetic palms, it is much less my thing.
I admit it willingly: I am aquatic, but not sporty. I am a contemplative diver (understand: slow). I am economical with my movements, I try to make the air last as long as possible ...
As a result, the dives rather "sports" Alor do not always fit with my usual strategy of the slightest effort, it must be admitted ...
I often find myself lagging behind the team, because of my habit of taking pictures on the road (instead of palmer thoroughly like my classmates). Then, I am totally unable, physically, to catch up with others ... (How are the photographers shot ?: twisted:)
Result, if it is necessary to return against the current at the end of the dive, I do not even try any more, knowing that I risk going right to the breathlessness. Not worth it Both meet on the surface, rather. Safety first, huh.
In these cases, I prefer to let my little non-photographic comrades continue to furiously fart (after all, if they like that) and me, I go back to shallow depth, a little above them, history of to finish my painful dive, to make a few more images closer to the surface, where there is more light, and to degass quietly without risking exhausting my air. A sign to Gilles or JennyAlor Divers - always vigilant - enough.
Palmer or photograph? I have chosen ! ! !
That said, I do not regret at all these few dives "sports" in Alor. Nor to have often dragged behind the palanquée for the photos. It was worth it ! The funds of Alor are beautiful, fish, colorful ...
The proof with the continuation of the photos below. Click on the thumbnails to see them in large format.