24/05/2026
“So, how was your Saturday?”
Oh, nothing unusual. Just a 6:30 am rowing start in Port Adelaide, heroically rowing along the Port River past dolphins, industrial landscapes, historic shipwrecks and at least one suspiciously brand new-looking sunken yacht.
As a photographer, rowing creates a very specific technical challenge: every beautiful view appears exactly at the moment when both hands are busy rowing, and stopping to take photos (every few seconds) may result in strong opinions from the rest of the crew.
Luckily, I had the perfect cox, who fully understood the photographic importance of the situation and occasionally allowed a quick stop for a few shots.
Which is why the true hero of this story is not the dolphins, the “fresh” shipwreck, or even the rowing itself.
It is my new rowing vest with a pocket on the back.
For the first time ever, the eternal question of “where should I put the phone while rowing?” was solved without panic about the accidental sacrifices to the river gods.
Yes, there was a proper camera waiting sadly in the car boot. But unless someone invents a rowing-compatible telephoto-lens pocket, the phone had to do the job.
And honestly? It did pretty well.
