The photographer lugs his waterproof suitcase full of equipment aboard the open-canopy boat and, wearing his wetsuit, sets off to get drenched with the captain and voyagers in the swollen, Disney-blue waters off Maui, all in search of the infamous wave aptly dubbed: Jaws.
The jaunt out to meet the surf where Jaws lurks is far from relaxing. Andrew Shoemaker, 42, was anxious his very first time out, as the prospect of 40- to 70-foot waves sounded “super dangerous,” he told The Epoch Times. But Mr. Shoemaker—a former photo gallery owner from Lahaina, the entirety of which burnt to the ground one year ago—is way more seasoned today and just focuses his eyes on the prize of capturing that perfect curling, 7-story wave in crisp clarity.
