We spend much of our lives waiting. Waiting for buses, trains, the light to change, for something to happen like the lights going out on the grid of an F1 race and waiting for the end of whatever it is we have been waiting for.

I certainly spend more time than I ought to waiting for the light, the tide, the season to change, for something to be in the right position or for my beloved Kingfishers to make an appearance. It is a little over a week since Mrs O and I got back from our Cornish break, something Mrs O had been waiting for for over a year. Now, we are eagerly awaiting our next foray which is just about a year away. In the meantime I am waiting for business things to come to fruition next week after waiting for seemingly ages to see the products of others activities and then I am waiting for East London Photomoth to kick off.

I have been waiting for that to happen for just about a year now since I got involved with organising the RPS International Photobook Exhibition 2016 with an associated print exhibition accompanied by a relevant photobook. All to soon the waiting will be over and the week will have flown by. I’ll be glad of a break before the next one in two years time. I’m also waiting for prints to be made for another exhibition I am taking part in the week after the RPS one. That will be at the Clerkenwell Gallery Farringdon as part for the Rooftop Collective. Back to back exhibitions – worth waiting for.

It struck me today as I browsed through un-processed images from a week ago Friday, images that had been waiting for me to do something with, that the surfers I made images of spend an awful lot of time just waiting and then timing their action just as I do with my photography. My days of donning a wet suit and jumping on a windsurfer are well and truly over. I very much preferred my dry vantage point on the cliff and then the rocks to grab these images.