My mask straps need adjusting, and I think I'm about to dive. Hence, the sort of hovering there.
Or, maybe I haven't yet adjusted to the cold water on my face.
Beautiful day: Sunday, January 8, 2012.
First dive of the year; first dive in ages and ages.
And here's a photo from just after the dive.
Note the slightly goofy, mask-marked, cold-salty-water-swollen look.
(I still remember noticing on television how Jacques Cousteau, his right-hand man Falco, and Cousteau's eldest son would all look so much older after cold water diving. Or, the cold water reveals real age?)
