At the tail end of the dive, I am following a very good and patient photographer. She pushed her big rig into place and took some shots. She moved and pointed. It was an empty discarded bottle – trash. She kept pointing. My kids make fun of the fact that I don’t see so well anymore. I see fine. But in the water there’s always some backscatter and the mask lens has some distortion. So I did what I needed. I aimed the camera in the direction of the bottle and hoped for the best. Later I found out it was the bottle I was to shoot. I never did find that spot again. But this shot is an example of blind luck. Maybe the kids are right after all.