“Something, most certainly, happens to a diver’s emotions underwater. It is not merely a side effect of the pleasing, vaguely erotic sensation of water pressure on the body. Nor is it alone the peculiar sense of weightlessness, which permits a diver to hang motionless in open water, observing sea life large as whales around him; not the ability of a diver, descending in that condition, to slowly tumble and rotate in all three spatial planes. It is not the exhilaration from disorientation that comes when one’s point of view starts to lose its “lefts” and “down” and gains instead something else, a unique perception that grows out of the ease of movement in three dimensions. It is not from the diminishment of gravity to a force little more emphatic than a suggestion. It is not solely exposure to an unfamiliar intensity of life. It is not a state of rapture with the bottomless blue world beneath one’s feet…it is some complicated mix of these emotions, together with the constant proximity of real terror.” – Barry Lopez, About This Life: Journeys on the Threshold of Memory, 1998
45m beneath the waves of the Pacific lay the Destroyer USS Emmons, sunk by kamikaze April 6th 1945.
Location: 45m down, The Wreck of the USS EMMONS, Okinawa, Japan
“there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so” – William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2.
Mysterious Jungle Caverns
“The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.” Jacques Cousteau
In the South China sea with friends, by pure chance, an utterly spectacular encounter with a whale shark.
An acrimonious meeting of man and serpent, resulting in a >6hr evacuation covering 286km by stretcher, boat, and Helicopter.
Patient treated with pressure immobilisation utilising Sam Splints and Vetrap within 6 minutes of the bite.
Released from hospital after observation with no clinical signs of envenomation.
A little video Homage to my favourite pack, the Hill people gear ‘Ute’; set to Come With Me Now, by the Kongos.
“Any one who hunts big game ought to be prepared to take some chances; and after all, if the element of danger were entirely eliminated, where would the fun come in?” -Frederick Courteney Selous, Travel and adventure in South-East Africa, 1893
The moment a Rhino we are tracking unexpectedly crests the ridge right in front of us.
Close quarters, on foot, down hill and up wind of a surprised black rhino; not ideal.
Weighing 3000 pounds with a reputation for ill temper and capable of charging at 35mph (horses gallop at 25-30mph) I was relieved when, after a tense stand off lasting about 5-10 minutes, it bolted.
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it.“ -Henry David Thoreau, Walden, 1854.
Lazy mornings in the jungle, sublime.
“I had learnt the satisfaction which comes from hardship and the pleasure which derives from abstinence; the contentment of a full belly; the richness of meat; the taste of clean water; the ecstasy of surrender when the craving of sleep becomes a torment; the warmth of a fire in the chill of dawn.” -Wilfred Thesiger, Arabian Sands, 1959.
The beginning of a solo 4 day walk through the skeleton coast.
I carried 12lt of water to replace what was lost to the heat of the day, a down bag to keep out the bitter cold of night and two guinea-fowl which I had the unexpected good fortune to cross paths with on the trail in. I collected as much firewood as I could carry whenever I found it, it was a rare and valuable commodity.
Location: The Skeleton coast
“I pondered on this desert hospitality and, compared it with our own… Gaunt men in rags and hungry-looking children had greeted me, and bade me welcome with the sonorous phrases of the desert. Later they had set a great dish before me, rice heaped round a sheep which they had slaughtered, over which my host poured liquid golden butter until it flowed down on to the sand; and when I protested, saying ‘Enough! Enough!’, had answered that I was a hundred times welcome. Their lavish hospitality had always made me uncomfortable, for I had known that as a result of it they would go hungry for days. Yet when I left them they had almost convinced me that I had done them a kindness by staying with them” -Wilfred Thesiger, Arabian Sands, 1959.
Photographer: Jaime Sharp