For decades I have tried to peel back the layers of mystery surrounding many marine creatures, though most have held tightly to their secrets. One animal that keeps me pondering is the shark. Spellbound by these enigmatic animals since I first encountered them in New England, I never tire of watching their special blend of power and grace.
Out here in California, in the Pacific Ocean, the sharks have a bad attitude.
Twenty-five years ago nobody knew much about white sharks.
Sharks don't target human beings, and they certainly don't hold grudges.
We went out and tagged 17 sharks and watched where they went. The data was amazing.
For a photographer, sharks are a stirring subject, possessing a perfect blend of grace and power. They have been sculpted by evolution and are ideally suited for whichever ecosystem they inhabit, from coral reefs to the open ocean.
Turns out, I couldn't catch them - or even get close to them. I realized that sharks are amazing, beautiful animals who have absolutely no interest in checking me out.
I've swam with great white sharks.
I think great whites are the most beautiful and perfect creatures I've ever seen.
I've seen sharks in the ocean, it hasn't made me get out of the ocean; that's for sure.
