Sunset Gathering By Joe Daniels

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'One morning I had noticed a large school of bait fish hugging the margins of Baie Ternay in Seychelles. I knew that it was a good opportunity for some split level shots. So I returned to the school when the tides and weather permitted. I sat in waist deep water until the small fish surrounded me then waited for the sun to set.'



http://www.earthshots.org/2013/02/sunset-gathering-by-joe-daniels/

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