We woke to a gloomy overcast day in The Dampier Straits but slowly over the course of the day the sun came out and by the end of the day I was able to fly over Mioskon Island and shoot the reef clearly visible through the water. This was the first flight after my tree incident and the Phantom flew perfectly. Luckily, so did I.
One of the great things about this trip has been spending some time with Phil, a diving friend from way back. We share a birthday and the same haircut. Phil was supposed to be on the last two dive trips I have been on but a battle with cancer kept him out of the water. He’s back on The Damai and diving again, with a few extra scars, but loving life. When I get pissed off because I had a crappy dive and couldn’t get any shots, I think of Phil. Sometimes it’s great to just be in the middle of no where and looking at the fish. Here’s Phil shooting the same school of fish as me. I’m getting in his way and he’s getting in mine. Just like old times. I wouldn’t want it any other way.