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Celebrating the Depths: A Tribute to Deep Diving Adventures

Celebrating the Depths: A Tribute to Deep Diving Adventures

A fathom measures six feet. It was originally based on the span of a man’s outstretched arms, but can also be imagined as an adult’s height. Since fathoms are commonly used to measure the depth of water, our contributing koan editor James Sturz reimagines the subaquatic world a few human lengths beneath the gluey surface in this photo essay, with images taken from his travels.

UNDER THE SEA – I learned to scuba dive in an indoor pool in high school and was certified in college in a lake. Admittedly, that was a while ago. But since I started exploring underwater — at first in the Caribbean and eventually in other bodies around the world — I’ve begun to see the world in two separate ways: There are things that happen on land, with lots of complications and lots of parts, and ones that happen underwater, which are simpler and serene. Usually, no matter how thrilling I find a dive, I’m a little wistful when it ends. But the underwater housing for my camera means I can float back to that other existence when too many emails start coming in. So that’s what this is. Underwater escape.

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Travel Notes
  • The Universe Provides: Finding Purpose on a Remote Wilderness Journey

    There are times on this trip when I question my abilities. Am I really capable of doing this? What are we even doing here? Why am I doing this? What is the value of this? These thoughts generally make a pronounced appearance when we are somewhere that feels like the middle of nowhere. As we lay in our tent this morning, still warm in our sleeping bag, surrounded by mountains, miles from the nearest village, rain began to spatter on our tent and I suddenly felt overwhelmed with hopelessness. T

  • Exploring the Danakil Depression: A Journey Through Earth s Fiery Furnace

    As a traveller there are some things that are terrifying – like two-dollar hotel rooms infested with  fleas, crazy waterborne diseases that you can’t pronounce like schistosomiasis, and the darkest, dingiest bathrooms void of light and filled with foulness. Then there are other things that call to you like the sensual sirens of Ulysses. Sometimes they summon you into the fiery furnaces of hell. I had heard of the Danakil Depression, seen it on ‘Planet Earth’, and had visions of it in my sleep

  • Climbing to the White Summit: The Makeshift Mountaineer s Journey

    I forced my heavy legs to make the last few steps up to the fluttering prayer flags and stood on the small white summit, drinking down gulps of thin mountain air. The sun was rising through patchwork clouds and all around, and far below, a sea of brown shadowy mountains stretched out as far as I could see. I smiled, but my cheeks hung numbly on my face, masking the tumultuous emotions I felt inside. Otsal, my young Ladakhi guide, already had a bounce back in his step and he jumped around in