The Arctic was silent, except for the crunch of ice under our boots as we crossed Baffin Island in the winter of 1996. Lancaster Sound stretched out in front of us—a vast, frozen expanse that seemed to go on forever. In this frozen world, isolation felt like a second skin—tight, suffocating, yet familiar. Each day was a test of patience and endurance, as I searched for a creature that felt almost mythical: the Greenland shark…. Click here to read the full article!
Photographing Greenland Sharks: A Rare Dive Encounter – Amos Nachoum
