warmer than the ice covering the rocks on the shoreline. As you stand waist-deep, summoning your resolve, the water’s chill penetrates your drysuit and the layers of wool and fleece you’re wearing underneath. Your toes start to go numb.
I love temperate seas with colorful fish and bright coral formations I can see wearing only scuba gear and a bathing suit. But I live in Anchorage, Alaska, at least several long plane rides away from those oceans. To dive more than once or twice a year, I’ve had to take a deep breath and plunge into that frigid water. But to me it’s worth toe-numbing temperatures; there’s magic down there. I’m excited to be able to share images of what I’ve found underwater in Alaska and beyond.