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The first third of my time has been defined by aquatic adventures, seemingly accidental steps in experiencing, studying, and embracing marine life. From the earthy southern lakes of childhood to cold, rushing Big Sky rivers, fresh water laid down myriad possibilities leading to the sea. From the black sands of the rich, nascent Big Island to the vibrant, broiling Florida Keys, tropical adventures connected me forever to the ocean. Amidst the fogged chill of the sharp, bountiful Northern California coast and its treasured Año Nuevo, science and love instilled a clarity of focus and passion that has just begun to burn.

I have been blessed at each turn. My youth, built on a foundation of love, was characterized by ever-changing landscapes that revealed the size and richness of the world. I learned not to fear change or diversity, but to lean on strength in rushing headlong into challenge. I have found increasing impatience with excuses, denial, debate, and delay on the many serious problems facing our blue planet. Science drew me to these questions and provided me the tools with which to attack them. But in some ways, especially since leaving the sheltered and sometimes isolated fold of academia, I have found that though solutions must be founded in science, so must they be motivated by popular consent and consistent with fiscal viability.

My ocean journeys have included an array of individual experiences, arising from personal and professional choices. I have been remarkably fortunate in timing. Along with passion and work, this enabled me to overcome the odds so often quoted by the voices advising me to select another field. And, like many of us, my professional growth was strongly mediated by the euphoria, and anguish, of love.

These adventures have molded my present role as a scientist, husband, father, and conservationist. This story represents solely my experiences and my perspective; it is not intended as a hollow exercise of reflection, but rather as an example of the power of our communal ocean to inspire action. Not all the events described here unfolded in exactly the order in which they are depicted. They all happened, but as this story came together over nearly a decade following a late night revelation on Santa Cruz’ Westside before I left California for Washington D.C., certain elements seemed to flow in the manner in which they ultimately affected me rather than the exact chronology in which they occurred. There are so very many people who have helped and guided me at the many places and scenes described here. While (with one exception) I do not name them for many reasons, I know they will know who they are and what they have done to shape the course of this story. I sincerely appreciate the help and support of all those who made the life-changing events described herein possible, particularly my parents, my brother, and my wife. Photos shown later were obtained and are included with all appropriate permissions, including the conditions of NMFS permits #259-1481-00, 87-1743-05, and 14636.

My experiences of the natural and human history in three remarkable places (Hawai’i’s Big Island, the Florida Keys, and northern California) chapters are interspersed with individual events that stood out as bright turning points in my evolution as a person, father, and scientist. None advocate any prescribed agenda, other than the need to recognize the logic of science-based conservation founded in cooperation, responsibility, and fiscal viability. But all lead to the conclusion that we are blessed with brilliant blue seascapes and that the role we have assumed obligates us to a coordinated response of respect and action.

This is a celebration of the beauty and majesty of underwater life, as seen through one small lens. My vantage has revealed convergence in disparate places on similar problems arising from our universal exploitation and/or lack of regard for, the ocean. I have been blessed with research endeavors on many shores, amplified by life-altering diving and fishing encounters. A resulting comparative perspective, thinly overlying irreverent skepticism for authority and complacence, has afforded proactive realism. Acknowledging the magnitude of issues like global warming, overfishing, incidental bycatch, ocean acidification, marine debris, and the industrialization of the sea to transport goods, acquire energy, and conduct war, I believe there is simplicity in how we must proceed.

We must continue to understand and accept the real hardships we have imposed on the global ocean. We must embrace the fact that the only constructive future involves novel, proactive, social and economic collaboration that bring together researchers, industry, conservationists, managers, and the average citizen in the common language of an energized science. We must move beyond fabricated polarization, arcane bureaucracies, insincere agendas, and simple greed. We can overcome these seemingly overwhelming obstacles, individually and collectively, ever-accelerating our efforts, and never giving up, no matter how bleak the outlook.

My love of the ocean began on east Texas bass lakes. On still, mist-coated mornings, fishing with my father and grandfathers, I developed a deep and enduring love of water. It was reinforced along glacier-fed trout streams in the mythical Missions, morphed to blue on the largest of the Hawaiian Islands, accelerated in the Florida Straits, and honed in the crown jewel of the mighty northern California coastline. Whether the gentle lapping of tea-warm water on rusty boathouses, the rush of a late spring mountain river, or the explosive power of a Pacific winter storm, I have found the universal rhythms of wild water to be perfect expressions of divinity. Journeys among each set the stage for all I have found, and the bright possibilities and welcome challenges that now lie before me.