While in The Dominican Republic I was getting some shots of the colorful fishing boats on the shore when I saw this young boy squatting a ways down the beach just beyond one of the boats.  It looked to me like a great 'National Geographic moment'; young local with his chin resting in his hand, arm resting on his thigh, thoughtfully watching this strange intruder taking picture after picture.  I motioned to him with one finger pointed up to try to communicate "just another moment" as I took shot after shot of him.  Continuing to motion with my hand and saying "Uno momento" I eventually got to within eight feet of him and was about to take my closest shot of this boy with his ever so thoughtful expression, his chin still in his hand, when a larger than usual wave crashed on the beach and water rushed towards us.  He and I both looked toward the water and then he bolted away leaving a mushy pile behind, his pants in his hand.  I was overcome with embarrassment.  I looked beyond the boy as he was running towards the corrugated tin and palm frond huts that made up his neighborhood to see his parents watching me.  Again I was extremely embarrassed and sheepishly waved at them.  If I had had any idea that I was intruding into this boys privacy and taking pictures at such an awkward moment for him, I would have left him alone, to hell with my 'National Geographic moment'.