The fjord lay still under the early winter sky, its waters reflecting the muted light of a sun too low to offer warmth. I slipped into the icy deep, the weight of my drysuit pressing me into silence. Ahead, a pod of orcas glided through the water – eight of them in tight formation, their sleek, black-and-white bodies cutting through the depths like living shadows. I only took a second to realize something was wrong. There was no curiosity, no playful interaction as I had experienced countless times before. Instead, they kept their distance, moving with a deliberate, almost solemn rhythm… Click here to read the full article!
Behind The Lens: Entangled Orca — A Fight for Survival – Amos Nachoum
