When I'm with Dragon on MUNI or BART or whatever, and it's crowded, he gets too much attention, so we like to play a little game called IGNORE EVERYONE AND TAKE SELFIES. And when it's not crowded? We like to play a little game called IGNORE EVERYONE AND TAKE SELFIES.
I've been to New York a million billion times, but until this week I had never been to Queens. I spent an evening in Astoria, and my brief impression of Queens was that it is better than both Manhattan and Brooklyn. This week was also the first time I had ever been to Brooklyn. I spent an afternoon in Williamsburg. It was OK. Manhattan is fine too. But Queens felt more authentic.
Last week, out in the deep about three miles off the coast of Roatán, we jumped off the boat to swim with a pod of pilot whales, and quickly we found ourselves surrounded by a handful of oceanic whitetip sharks, described by Jacques Cousteau as the “most dangerous of all sharks,” aggressive, opportunistic predators known to attack shipwreck victims and others stranded in deep waters.
The sharks circled between us and the boat. We had to swim directly toward them. Pure adrenaline.
Being the only one with a snorkel, and also the fastest swimmer, I had been able to keep pace with the pilot whales prior to discovering the sharks, and at one point even outpaced the whales. I counted at least 17, mostly adults but a few calves too. After trailing them for a few minutes, I watched them swim off into the blue, their quiet grace interrupted by my friend screaming HELP.
My rescue diver instincts kicked in, and I swam toward Mark, a rescue diver and Divemaster himself. He then screamed for everyone to get back on the boat. Trusting his instincts, I changed course and swam toward the boat, at which point I realized that we were surrounded by sharks.
I think the sharks were tracking the whales to pick up the scraps from the whales hunting squid. I don’t think the sharks were hunting the baby whales, nor do I think the sharks wanted to eat us, but they were curious. At least one shark approached, circled, and bumped Mark.
An absolutely beautiful experience in the wild.
Mary's Place is maybe one of the most heralded dive sites in the world, and it is certainly the most renowned on the island, albeit probably not my favorite but whatever: It's dope.
Bryan took this photo of me during what I later learned was my 200th dive on the island.
Tita's is Dragon's favorite bar on the island, and also mine: Dragon because he likes to run around the beach like a little monster, and me because Tita makes the best burgers on Roatán.
Pretty sure there was another kid hiding in there somewhere.
Honduras is known more for its world-class diving than its world-class dog food.
I didn't get to see anything of San Salvador except from inside the airplane and airport, the latter of which had great coffee and terrible coffeecake.
These are a few years old, but I found them the other day and love this sequence of shots.
After nearly four years and probably a few hundred rolls, I recently sold my Leica MP rangefinder film camera and Leica 35mm f/1.4 Summilux-M ASPH lens.
These are five of my favorite shots that I took with the Leica setup.