Women’s dive day…yes ma’am!

Today is the Padi Women’s Dive Day 2017. A great worldwide event to attract more women to recreational scuba diving.

I worked all day taking women to the wonderful world under the surface. The water was calm, the weather was nice and sunny and the visibility was perfect. It could have been a better day for this type of activity.

I hope most women got the experience they came for but at least for myself it was a pure pleasure bringing more people into the life of scuba diving (women and men). It is a wonderful sport with new adventures everytime you go go below – it changes lives ๐Ÿ‘Œ


Old vs New

Boston was beautiful this past week. Hot and sunny. I had the pleasure of staying close to the old Castle at Park Plaza. A wonderful old building still standing strong among all the newcomers in downtown. The picture is taken at dusk on a warm evening at Park Plaza with semi long exposure. Love my Q.

Welcome to Holland!

I have to share this essay…it is just so true and meaningful. Please read ahead and enjoy the life you have been given.



Emily Perl Kingsley.

c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this……

When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome to Holland.”

“Holland?!?” you say. “What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy.”

But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…. and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills….and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy… and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned.”

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away… because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.

But… if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things … about Holland.

Don’t stir up the silt, please!


Yesterday I was with group of fellow divers set for a few dives on the wreck of “ร†rรธsund” ferry. It is an old retired train and car ferry sunk a couple of years ago for the purpose a dive attraction and research lab.

Very interesting dive with lots of sea life and penetration possibilities. A very popular place and can be crowded at times and any wrong movement or loss of bouancy control will make this a dark place. So please don’t stir up the silt!



My two wonderful boys…just at dad’s humble reminder to himself.

Two very different human beings and both with a tough start of life as adoptees. However, still growing stronger and mature despite their legacy of loss and betrayal. I see them grow every day developing into adulthood…wonderful…their history will never leave them but may live latent and hidden on the inside. But they are mine and they belong to our family forever. Love you guys!๐Ÿ’™+๐Ÿ’š

Smoking! Why not?

I have long been thinking about smoking (no, I don’t wanna start).

However, we all live in a society where smokers are being stigmatized and frowned upon. This makes me wonder why our culture has ‘agreed’ on chasing smokers who can’t barely find a spot to enjoy their addiction. And it is only getting harder. Just think about travling – train, bus, plane…the worksplace…public areas…etc. etc. 

Yes, I do understand that other people can be annoyed and possibly affected by smokers standing close by and yes, I do understand that smoking can cause cancer and other serious health issues which later will require treatment and tax dollars…

All that being said though, why don’t we let smokers enjoy their cigarettes and respect their choice to reduce their age. Shouldn’t it be the individuals right to make the decision themselves? Why do the rest of us think that we have the right to chose for them and know what is better for another human being. Imagine if smokers just have accepted that they wish to live strong and die young? Is a longer life more valuable than a short?

I have nothing against smokers as long as we all (smoker and non-smokers) respect the individual choices of each other. One type of life style can be just as good as another.