Behind the Lens
What attracted you to these pinjalo snappers?
The fish were remarkable. They would quickly change color from silver to blood orange to red as they swam by. They reminded me of a painting. I was intoxicated by their color, the way they swam, and their complete lack of fear. The school would pass by me within inches or sometimes remain very close to me. We dove this area again and again. I was addicted to these fish.
At one point you questioned whether to scrap the story.
I did. On a scouting dive there were dense gardens of the largest sea fans I had ever seen exploding with fish, color, and beauty. Except it was all veiled from my camera by extremely low visibility because of the rain. Everything I had come for was right in front of my eyes but nearly invisible. I was mad, panicked, and depressed. A failed assignment would have been deeply personal for me. We needed a plan B.
What did you do?
We made day trips to reach deep offshore reefs within commuting distance from shore. The downsides were deeper dives and less time to shoot. The upside was the beauty we finally got to see.