Meeting an Angel (Shark)


On Sunday I met and photographed an Angel. In the sea, about 8 metres down and 200 metres offshore from Shelly Beach here in Sydney Harbour.

I hung about upside down taking her photo and she got on with her business – namely using her pectoral fins to dig a shallow depression in the sand and covering herself with loose sand, so she could lie in wait for passing fish.

When those fish happen past, though, they won’t be getting any heavenly music or announcements of inconvenient pregnancies. Nope, they’ll be getting a mouthful of sharp little dagger-like teeth.

I love Nature πŸ™‚

This entry was posted in niceness. Bookmark the permalink.

9 Responses to Meeting an Angel (Shark)

  1. piereth says:

    She looks beautiful, like she’s wearing a coat made out of a constellation.

    And she also looks like lunch, in my famished state!

  2. Jenny says:

    Truce, you take beautiful photographs. Perhaps you should put them together and make a book.

  3. truce says:

    piereth – “a coat made out of a constellation”? That’s gorgeous. πŸ™‚

    Jenny and Archie – thanks, one of these days I think I will πŸ™‚

  4. azahar says:


    And I agree with piereth that she’d probably make a good lunch. Had fried skate in Portugal the other day and it was fabulous.

  5. truce says:

    Nooooooooo! I couldn’t eat shark – so many species are too endangered and I try not to eat apex predators because their removal from the food web causes such knock on problems…

    Oh dear, I sound like a really tedious pendant, sorry. 😦

  6. truce says:

    LOL, that’s classic! I’m probably a pendant as well as a pedant!!

  7. Stevo says:

    Angel sharks don’t eat passing divers, do they?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s