ocean conservation

When Boardrooms Decide What Lives and Dies

Many years ago, when I was the editor of Shark Diver Magazine, I was invited to sit in on a meeting in Cancún, Mexico.

The room was filled with hotel owners and tourism stakeholders.

 They were there to discuss a problem.

Sharks.

Specifically, the rise in shark encounters with people along their coast.

The question being debated was straightforward and deeply unsettling:

What should be done about them?

Culling was discussed.

More lifeguards were discussed.

Liability, and profit were carefully weighed.

What was not discussed was why the sharks were there in the first place.

Along that stretch of coastline, massive artificial reefs made of concrete structures had been placed offshore to prevent beach erosion. 

The project worked. The beaches stabilized. Tourism thrived.

But those same structures also created habitat.

Small fish arrived.
Reef life flourished.
And behind them came the predators.

The sharks weren’t invading anything.

They were responding exactly as nature does when opportunity appears.

Yet in that room, the conversation wasn’t about coexistence, or about understanding the ecosystem they had altered. 

It was about whether these animals, doing what evolution created them to do, should be killed because they had become inconvenient.

Sitting there, I felt helpless.

But it became painfully clear to me:

Nature no longer decides what gets to live or die.

We do.

And those decisions are often made far from the water, far from the forest, and far from the consequences… inside boardrooms where balance sheets carry more weight than ecosystems.

Sadly, this isn’t an isolated story.

Our oceans are overfished and polluted.

Forests are cut down faster than they can recover.

Species that once lived or died according to Nature’s Law are now subject to quarterly profits and corporate agendas.

We’ve convinced ourselves that we’re managing nature.

In reality, we’re breaking systems we barely understand.

There is nothing intelligent about destroying the ecosystems that keeps us all alive.

And yet, we continue.

I don’t pretend to have all the answers.

I don’t think anyone does.

This isn’t a call for perfection… It’s a call to care.

We may not sit in those boardrooms, but we live downstream from their decisions.

And when we protect our wild places, we’re not just saving animals or landscapes.

We’re saving ourselves.

Storytelling... I Absolutely LOVE IT!

I just finished up my second article for The Journal of Wildlife Photography, which I was thrilled about.

My second 3000 plus word article.

It is stressful but in a good way.

The reason it is stressful is because I want to tell a good story; I am hoping the reader takes something from it and is entertained at the same time.

That is always my hope when I write, but you never know.

It could be a total lemon, as I am sure I have written many lemons throughout my career. 

Thinking about that got me to looking back at my role as a storyteller.

I have been writing and sharing stories for years; on paper, in newsletters, in my journal, and my blog.

I began writing in a journal right out of high school, and I started a blog back in 2005 on our old website.

Sadly I took down that website to divert the old traffic to our new website, and in doing so, all those years of blogging disappeared.

I am sure if I wanted to, I could find them floating in cyberspace, drifting endlessly among millions of other web pages.

All of them lost with nowhere to go.

Thankfully, I still have those pages and writings saved on a hard drive, so they are there for me whenever I want to look back to read my thoughts from those long-lost days.

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I do enjoy writing.

I enjoy getting lost in a story, or taking a reader on a journey.

Sharing ideas and worlds and moments, I love that about writing.

As a kid, all my favorite books were from writers who would take me with them to farway places; exotic lands, exotic animals, exotic people.

I wanted to be there, I wanted to see that animal, to breathe in the air, to feel the wind.

Those escapes are what helped to turn me into the person I am today. 

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I do hope that when you read my blogs and stories, you feel the same way, That I have taken you on a journey.

I know not all my stories have because sometimes they are just rants that I need to get off my mind.

But hopefully, more often than not, I take you on a ride, somewhere… anywhere.

Thanks for reading.