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the distance carefully, go back to get the camera, 

 having to remember the direction as I could not see 

 it even in that clear water if it was over twenty-five 

 feet away, but I knew it was under the launch and 

 I could see her in the "ceiling" above me. Then 

 after putting the camera on its tripod, waiting till the 

 conditions were right, take the picture, hunt for an- 

 other location and repeat the various steps until the 

 film was all used a day's work done. 



Fish were everywhere, swimming all around me, 

 peeking into the window of my helmet, wondering 

 perhaps what sort of new kind of fish I was. They 

 were very tame, I could almost touch them, all colors 

 blue, yellow, black, red, even the delicate orchid 

 and darker shades and so many combinations it was 

 impossible to describe them. The larger fish were 

 timid and I seldom saw them closer than twenty feet. 

 There were many blue starfish, great colonies of 

 anemones fastened to the coral and rocks. They were 

 wonderfully beautiful, many of them red, pink, rose, 

 and yellow, some pure white in fact; the colors under 

 sea were beyond the power of brush, camera or eye 

 to describe. The coral was a combination of colors 

 the growing tips of each branch of the living, grow- 

 ing stone-forest was like a closely knit land-tree or 

 shrub with pink, blue and red blossoms and buds 

 almost covering it. 



