But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save me, oh, save me, from the candid friend!

SHARK! Melbourne Aquarium. April 2011.

Despite the fact that it was the stingrays chewing on the diver's head, Henry remained as terrified as ever of the cute 'n cuddly grey nurse shark. It seems that once you've got yourself a reputation (earned or otherwise), some people have you pegged for life!

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ratatouille's archives said…

Hi! Kris...
Wow!
That is all I can say...when it comes to how beautiful this photograph is and how amazing it's to view the ocean sea floor?!? too!

Shark-infested waters and I hope that you are kidding about Henry.
What a very interesting quote too!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D

2 May 2011 at 14:28

Roddy said…

I will have to take Henry diving off the Williamstown backbeach where as kids we went swimming with the Grey Nurse sharks. We left them alone, they left us alone.
There were plenty of fish for the sharks to eat so they didn't want us.

2 May 2011 at 18:34

Kris McCracken said…

DeeDee, aquariums are indeed a magical place!

Roddy, the Grey Nurse is generally a pretty docile shark, but surely you are thinking about Port Jacksons?

3 May 2011 at 13:35

Roddy said…

No my son. Grey nurse. There was, and probably still is a breeding ground for them. The wobbe-gong, or port jackson is a stupid shark. I have even encountered one or two. Again, Williamstown beach.

3 May 2011 at 18:29

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