Not just a
huge collection of
Shark
Pictures:
Elasmodiver.com contains images of sharks, skates, rays, and a few
chimaera's from around the world. Elasmodiver began as a simple web
based
shark
field guide
to help divers find the best places to encounter the different
species of sharks and rays that live in shallow water but it has
slowly evolved into a much larger project containing information on
all aspects of shark diving and shark photography.
There are
now more than 10,000 shark pictures and sections on shark
evolution, biology, and conservation. There is a large library of
reviewed shark books, a constantly updated shark taxonomy page, a
monster list of shark links, and deeper in the site there are
numerous articles and stories about shark encounters. Elasmodiver is
now so difficult to check for updates, that new information and
pictures are listed on an Elasmodiver Updates Page that can be
accessed here:
The seas off
of the North Carolina coast are known as the Graveyard of the Atlantic. A
combination of violent storms and wartime activity has left this region littered
with twisted shipwrecks. Many of the wrecks are scattered and forgotten but
those that hold their form create a magnet for marine life within the otherwise
featureless terrain.
Joining Eli
and many new shark crazy friends, I was lucky to snatch two great days on the
wrecks of the Papoose and the Carib Sea before the ocean boiled in the wake of
Hurricane Francis. Arriving at Olympus Dive Centre on a sunny August afternoon
we were told that the forecast was grim. Francis was on its way north from the
Caribbean and due to make landfall on the Florida Coast at any minute. The
following morning dawned clear, if not calm, and fighting the swells we made our
way out to the Papoose and dropped in on some of the most ferocious looking
sharks in the Atlantic.
This oasis in
the aquatic desert acts as a food factory for passing predators and large,
intimidating Sandtiger sharks keep watch on all who come to feast. Anchoring in
rolling seas, we are glad to get underwater into the relative calm of the ocean
surge. The sharks are instantly visible. Famous for their menacing snaggle-tooth
grins, these large powerful fish patrol back and forth above the wrecks. Each
one has an entourage of thousands of silvery baitfish that form a molten cloak
around their bodies. Occasionally the sharks twitch and shiver as though
aggravated by the constant static from so many tiny electric fields.
One by one the
sharks saunter toward us. They move with a nonchalance that hints at power but
they refuse to waste it on us. Wandering on, they draw distant circles around
the wreck perhaps vaguely irritated by our intrusion so close to their larder.
Heading off
towards the bow I find myself alone with many large sharks and swim freely
amongst them until my bubbles, or more likely my camera strobes, encourage them
to drift away across the sand. Resisting the temptation to follow, I head back
to find everyone engaged with their own group of sharks close to the anchor
line. We ascend en masse and hang in the blue waiting to surface. The minutes
tick slowly by until finally we are able to descend once more and repeat the
experience.
The next day
we drop down into the belly of the Carib Sea through a bitter thermocline to
where the clear blue water turns to plankton-heavy soup. Down here the sharks
materialize like phantoms on a ghost ship. Visibility maxes out at 2 meters and
finding each section of wreck becomes a pointless challenge for a photographer
looking for shark portraits.
I kick back
into the light and watch Eli swimming with an 8ft female Sandtiger while
videographer Raffa Flores floats eye to eye with another large individual that
hovers in front of him suspended in space. Their large oil filled livers,
combined with the unusual habit of gulping air at the surface, give these
extraordinary sharks the ability to remain almost completely motionless without
sinking to the sea floor.
The divers
(now experienced shark junkies) hold their position in the void rather than
chasing the sharks and each is rewarded with many close encounters throughout
the day. Trying to maintain position in the blue gray water with very little
visual reference is a demanding activity and eventually each diver is forced to
return to the ascent line. We hang with eyes cast downward to where the sharks
with their grey-bronze backs ever shrouded in shimmering fish continue their
leisurely circuits. Surfacing at the end of the second day we return to land as
good friends and on that last journey home each diver offers up their prizes.
Some have Sandtiger teeth they have plucked from the seabed, others have video
and still images, and one or two divers simply have that look in their eyes that
comes only from diving with sharks.