I have had a lot of discussion about this image in my Caribbean gallery so I am going to elaborate more on it. I
did an exploratory trip of the Caribbean in 1978 on an old 1930's
schooner for six weeks. I traveled from the Grenadines to Antigua.
May 15, 1978 was the first time I saw English Harbor (I kept an
extensive written log so I know the dates). There were not any boats
in the outer harbor then (lower part of the image with a lot of
anchored sailboats) and I took a small dinghy and rowed over to the far
end of the bay. For the next few hours I snorkeled the entire length
of the shallow bay, repeatedly diving to the bottom. The whole expanse
of water was full of shimmering schools of juvenile fish, and with each
plunge toward the bottom the fish would open a "hole" to let me through
and then close behind me, covering my view of the surface. It was
magical. I was 28 years old and had been free diving and SCUBA diving
since my mid-teens in California, but I had never experienced anything
like this. It was an enthralling, interactive contact with
nature. I did not visit this harbor again until 1990 when it became
my first landfall after sailing across the Atlantic. Another visually
intoxicating experience with the elements. This trip was only my third
visit over this 31 year history. I knew that there were steel drum
bands playing on Shirley Heights on Sunday evenings, having been there
before, so we set off just before sunset in Pele's Taxi, the driver a
local personality. I knew the view, I was armed with a basket full of
memories and I knew exactly want I wanted to convey in an image.
Which I might add as was quite different from the throng of commotion
behind me... a hundred steel drums, children & adults dancing, beer
and wine flowing to the staccato of the drums... even some palm fronds
being woven into baskets. 
My 1997 photo that I took and titled "High over Los Roques" (left) was just chosen for publication in JPG MAGAZINE Issue 14. The caption along with the image reads as follows:
Sometimes great travel experiences just require taking a chance. So I paid a small fee and strapped myself into an ultra light aircraft (hang glider with a motor) pinned against the back of the pilot. In a heart beat we were in the 25 knot trade winds trying to make some headway against them before turning for a quick spin around the island downwind and finally landing (best part of plan). We spiraled down toward the foot of the runway racing over the village and beach below us. I traced the whole path with my camera, freezing in part the life and livelihood of the island residents. I was so excited when I landed, I did it again the next day. Gran Roque, Los Roques, Venezeula. 1997
Here I am strapped in the contraption that enabled the photo and experience. (right)
A wonderful start for 2008. My Iceland travel story was just published in the JOURNAL OF THE INTERNATIONAL ASSOCIATION OF PANORAMIC PHOTOGRAPHERS. Here is the link to the full story on the IAPP web site. If that fails to load, here is the PDF on my server.
A nice surprise, my short article for the new magazine EVERYWHERE was included. If you hurry you can get a discount on the subscription until December 31st. My article is the first past the table of contents, the one with the big white iceberg! Pages 14 & 15, the full issue can be found here on their web site.
... page 14-15. 
I received my copy of the book yesterday, featuring one of my images from last December. "Morning Beckons" of the rainbow over Baie St. Jean, St. Barthélemy, French West Indies. It was an inspirational moment for me and I am happy others felt the same way.
