
When Water Becomes the Artist
When Water Becomes the Artist
How light, movement, buoyancy and uncertainty shape my underwater photographs
There is a moment every diver knows.
You pass through the surface, and the world changes.
Sound becomes muted. Breathing becomes deliberate. Gravity loosens its hold. Light bends and shifts. Movement slows. Even time seems to behave differently.
For more than twenty years, I have entered that world with a camera.
I once thought of water simply as the place where I made photographs. Over time, I came to understand something very different:
Water is not merely the environment in which these photographs are made. It is an active participant in their creation.
I can choose the subject. I can choose the lens, the composition and where I place my lights. I can anticipate behavior and wait for a particular moment.
But underwater, I am never completely in control.
The water always has a vote.
Light Behaves Differently Here
On land, a photographer can learn to predict light with remarkable precision.
Underwater, light has other ideas.
As sunlight enters the water, it bends. Colors disappear progressively with depth. Contrast changes. Particles suspended in the water catch the light. A passing cloud sixty feet above me can transform the scene below.
Then there is the movement of the surface itself.
Ripples overhead can fracture sunlight into shifting patterns. A beam that illuminates a subject one second may disappear the next. Sometimes the water creates a softness I could never manufacture in a studio. At other times, it produces extraordinary shafts of light that exist for only a few seconds.
Artificial light adds another variable. My strobes can restore colors the water has absorbed, but their light must travel through the water to the subject and back through the water to my camera.
So even when I bring my own light underwater, the water changes it.
That unpredictability can be frustrating.
It is also part of the beauty.
Some of my favorite photographs contain light I did not create and could not have precisely planned.
I was simply there when the water decided what the light would become.

Edge of Deep -- Light behaves differently underwater.
Gravity Loses Its Authority
Water changes more than light.
It changes what a body can do.
On land, gravity dictates posture. Hair falls. Fabric falls. The body must constantly support itself.
Underwater, those rules loosen.
Fabric can become sculpture. Hair can move independently of the person it belongs to. A body can hover, turn, descend or rise through three dimensions. A movement that would require effort—or be impossible—on land can appear effortless underwater.
This is one of the reasons I became fascinated with underwater portraiture.
I may begin with an idea for a photograph, but once the model and I descend beneath the surface, the water begins rewriting it.
A dress moves differently than expected. A current turns the model slightly. A strand of hair drifts across a face. Bubbles travel through the frame. The body settles into a position neither of us planned.
Sometimes what I imagined disappears completely.
And sometimes something far better takes its place.
The challenge is recognizing it before it is gone.

Exploring the Cosmos--Weightless underwater movement becomes part of the composition
The Ocean Does Not Take Direction
Wild animals have even less interest in my plans.
I cannot ask an octopus to move six inches to the left. I cannot tell a shark to make another pass. I cannot persuade a tiny shrimp to remain perfectly positioned while I adjust my lighting.
I can only prepare.
That means understanding behavior, anticipating what may happen and placing myself where a possibility might become a photograph.
Then I wait.
Sometimes the animal leaves.
Sometimes visibility deteriorates.
Sometimes another diver unknowingly swims through the scene.
Sometimes the current changes.
And occasionally, everything comes together for a fraction of a second.
Those moments have taught me that underwater photography is less about controlling a scene than becoming sufficiently attentive to recognize what the ocean is offering.
The photograph may be mine.
The moment never is.

Mimic Octopus Blending in -- Animals do not take direction
Working Within a Single Breath
Some of my underwater portraits add another constraint.
There is no scuba tank.
The model and I descend on a single breath.
That changes everything.
There is only so much time. We cannot remain underwater discussing the pose or adjusting a hand by an inch. We cannot stop the water from moving the fabric or wait indefinitely for everything to align.
We surface. We breathe. We communicate.
Then we try again.
On the next descent, perhaps the model turns differently. Perhaps I approach from another angle. Perhaps the light changes. Perhaps the water gives us something neither of us anticipated.
The limitation is not something I try to remove from the process.
It is part of the process.
Knowing that the moment must end creates a particular kind of concentration. There is no room for casual observation. For those few seconds beneath the surface, both of us are completely present.
And occasionally, within that brief convergence of breath, movement, light and water, the photograph appears.

And Then the Water Cleared -- experience the moment created by breath and changing conditions.
What Cannot Be Repeated
Photography is sometimes misunderstood as an art of reproduction.
A camera records what was in front of it, so it can be tempting to assume that the photograph could simply be made again.
Underwater, I know how unlikely that can be.
The same model can return to the same water. I can use the same camera and lens. We can attempt the same pose at the same time of day.
But the water will not be the same.
Neither will the light.
The movement of the fabric will change. The surface will change. The particles suspended between my lens and the subject will change. The model's expression will change. My position will change.
With wildlife, the possibility of repetition becomes even more remote.
An encounter may last minutes.
Or seconds.
Then it is gone.
That is one reason I think of my photographs not simply as records of what I saw, but as remnants of encounters that can never occur in precisely the same way again.
The camera preserves the fraction of a second.
Everything else disappears.

Dave -- what cannot be repeated.
When Water Becomes the Artist
After more than twenty years of photographing beneath the surface, I have stopped thinking of water as background.
It is closer to a collaborator.
Not an easy collaborator.
It changes my light. Moves my subjects. Alters color. Distorts distance. Carries particles through the frame. Pushes me out of position. Moves fabric in directions I didn't expect.
Sometimes it ruins the photograph I thought I was going to make.
But it can also create the photograph I never knew to imagine.
That distinction matters to me.
I don't want the underwater world simply to look like a studio photograph made beneath the surface. If I removed the water and the photograph could have been made essentially the same way on land, something important would be missing.
I want the water to leave evidence of itself.
In movement.
In light.
In weightlessness.
In uncertainty.
And sometimes, in imperfection.
My responsibility as the photographer is not to eliminate all of those things.
It is to recognize when they have become part of the art.

Moonlit Reverie -- Water becomes the artist because gravity is reduced.
What Remains
Every underwater photograph begins with uncertainty.
I enter the water with experience, equipment and intention. I may know what I hope to find or what I hope to create.
But intention only takes me so far.
Eventually I have to surrender some control to the environment itself.
Perhaps that is why, after all these years, I am still drawn beneath the surface.
I never know exactly what the water will give me.
Most moments disappear without becoming photographs.
A few do not.
For a fraction of a second, light, subject, movement, water and photographer come together.
I press the shutter.
And then everything moves on.
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