A tragic event in the diving world.

September 11, 2019



In the early morning hours of September 2nd a fire broke out aboard the dive boat Conception as it was anchored off Santa Cruz Island. 34 people lost their

lives and an entire global diving community is doing the best it can to cope , to understand , to unite so the healing process can begin.



The president of AUAS, Dan Orr, had this to say on behalf of our organization and its member...


"The Board of Directors and Fellowship of the Academy of Underwater Arts and Sciences (AUAS) joins with the global diving world in mourning the tragic loss of 34 of our brethren onboard the Conception. Our collective thoughts and prayers go out to the families and friends of those we’ve lost."


A memorial was held in Santa Barbara, CA. and other memorials took place as well in Monterey and other Northern California locations so we could all join together to heal...




Article in Wetpixel, click HERE or on icon below






A fund for families has been setup at DAN, Click HERE or on the icon below












Pictures from Santa Barbara Memorial



From Hillary Hauser " Thinking hour by hour about our friends lost at sea, I came across this. Tragedies of this magnitude can bear no words – but great artists come close.


When Great Trees Fall
By Maya Angelou


When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.

Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
gnaws on kind words
promised walks
never taken.


Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
now shrink, wizened.

Our minds, formed
and informed by their
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly.  Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.

Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed.  They existed.
We can be.  Be and be
better.  For they existed.

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