
I just returned from a three week shooting trip through South Australia, and unfortunately… this might’ve been the most photographically unproductive expedition of my life. 🙁 But you know the saying – “when life gives you lemons… eat them with Vegemite!”
First, I joined Rodney Fox expeditions on their liveaboard boat for the great white sharks (Carcharodon carcharias). But day after day after day of chumming hundreds of pounds of fish guts into the water, freezing my butt off in the deep cage and the surface cage, and not a single shark to be seen. The deep cage is dropped down to ~1m above the seaweed-covered seafloor, at a depth that averages 55-75′ deep, then brought back up after 25 minutes. The first dip down is understanably unnerving, not because we’re chumming for the ocean’s top apex predator, but because of the way it drops into the rough cold sea, and almost immediately immerses you at a pace you weren’t prepared for into cold water. But we were warned that the main difference between a cage dive and regular dive, is that the diver is no longer in control – now the crew is 100% in control. Not my favorite thing to hear, but it all worked out from a safety perspective. I also spent quite a bit of time in the surface cage (using surface-supplied air from a regulator attached to the boat), but learned pretty quickly that with no sharks, it’s just getting cold, bouncing around in a cage for nothing. Also, it’s a huge risk to my camera! Bouncing around in a metal cage, leaning out a bit trying to hold my camera outside just to photograph the passing jacks and kingfish, I tapped my port (lens) against the baras more than once – no damage to my glass, but Suzanne did manage to put a nice permanent 3mm gash across her pricey WACP-C port. Eek!


The second week was supposed to be devoted to the Giant Australian Cuttlefish (Sepia apama) annual mating aggregation, where they come in to shore by the thousands to mate and lay eggs at this time of year. But we arrived, talked to the local experts, and guess what – only a tiny handful of them had been spotted. We tried a few chilly dives in the most likely spots, but never saw more than five on a single dive, and definitely no mating behavior. And yes, we timed it specifically for peak-of-the-bellcurve season. Logistically, the dives are easy and hard. Easy in the sense that it’s very shallow; around 10-20′ deep, and just 20-100′ from shore. Hard because there’s only one place to rent tanks & weights for 100 miles (althought they’re great!), and there’s always a long, challenging walk down the rocks carrying all the heavy dive gear and cameras. And it’s cold!!!! Especially in my constantly-leaking drysuit!






The third week was to be devoted to shooting the Leafy Seadragon (Phycodurus eques). Several more hours down the road, we arived at the best location for finding them. But again, the constant cold wind and rain made conditions pretty gnarly. We opted to give it a shot anyway, and through great effort, found… absolutely nothing. But was it because of our lack of experience with leafy seadragons, the very low visibility from all the rain runoff, or was there even worse news – that they weren’t there? Bad weather stopped us from trying again for several more days, so we took advantage of being near some awesome awesome Australian wine vineyards.
Days later, we drove back over to the best spot to check on conditions and met a local guide who was just gearing up with a customer to go find the leafy seadragons, and, not having had many customers for the winter season, he excitedly said that he would take us tomorrow. After the dive, he called and said it’s the worst conditions he’s ever seen there in his entire life, visibility was less than a meter (he said he couldn’t see his fingertips with his arms outstretched) and he couldn’t find even one single seadragon, so he suggested we forget about it. But then, just after, the world‘s top sea dragon expert and probably the most experienced sea dragon guide on the planet, said he would take us out the next day, so even with the lousy conditions, we excitedly jumped at the chance. We tried, and not even he could find a single one, and if he can’t find one, then they are simply not there.

Anyway… I love Oz, and this was my 6th or 7th time there. I love the Australian people and their mullets and fun sayings and constant use of the c-word. I love the landscapes, the cockatoos, the kangaroos, and even while the diving mostly sucked, and mother nature delivered me a major kick in the balls, it’s hard to not have a good time in South Australia – it’s a pretty magical place and I’m sure I’ll be back to try for some of these critters again if/when the local experts tell me things have returned to normal. Its a big ocean, and there’s no fences. Sometimes I nail “the shot” in the first hour of the first day, and other times, I spend lots of time & money to be cold and wet for nothing. But Suzanne & I still had a great time, and maybe…. just maybe, we’ll see a leafy seadragon portrait from that rainy day in the Fish Faces print Collection in the near future….









