A gallery of 13 of the many of the nudibranchs I found in Oman, specifically on the Mimosa (Mimoona) wreck.
One of the great joys of diving is meeting new sea life everywhere you go. Here are some very cool new (and a few old) faces I met in Oman.
The water in Oman was cold, too cold for my liking. It was also green and murky, enough so to make me wonder why so many of the European guests kept coming back for more. I had spent six weeks telling myself it was only for two hours a day. Surely anything is tolerable for two hours a day. Since I was working, bringing my camera along had not been an option, but now the end of my stay in Oman was drawing near and I had no photographic evidence to show for it. Was it worth venturing back into
On our very last day in Maui, Matt hooked us up with a friend who was able to get us onto her dive boat. We would have gone diving sooner, but a great swell had descended upon the islands, and the waters had been too rough for tour boats of any kind to go out. Matt had been out of work for the past week at least. But now the waters were finally calming down enough that our fears of the boat getting canceled were unfounded. Fletch and I excitedly packed up our gear and made our way across the street
Imagine sitting around a campfire in the dead of night with a few of your closet friends. All is quiet, save for the crackle of the flames, and the excited breath of your buddies. You would be telling ghost stories, but no one dares say a word. You are waiting for the real story to arrive. This won’t be a tale told with words, but an otherworldly experience, the story which you’ll tell for the rest of your life. Suddenly and quietly it arrives, a giant and majestic shadow, gliding gracefully over the flames. Everyone gapes in awe as a