The Diving Almanac & Yearbook devotes a small section of the book to underwater arts, featuring a few artists, each having one or two color full pages. 

 

DAY is the only almanac, yearbook, book of records, and who's who of the international diving community. Its inaugural edition (2007) was launched at the DEMA Show in Orlando in November 2006.  According to Undercurrent Magazine, the Diving Almanac & Yearbook is ''Perhaps the best single reference book ever published for divers" (June 2007). This year's Yearbook 2009 just came out and features several wonderful underwater artists, as seen below (just click on the cover to go their site).

 

  

 

 

 

To The Wall, Courteau, 2008

  

A Strange Nothingness, Murdoch, 1966 

“The sun is out and the water is smooth. The descending line stretches two hundred feet below us. Today, we will attempt to touch the end of it. I’m the third man on a team of four. As we start down, we must swim hard against the buoyancy of our suits. Conditions are bad. Plankton is dense and visibility is vague at best. Seventy feet: I have to stop. The other divers wait. Finally, my ears clear and we continue. We have become heavier now as we slide feet first through this upward rain of bubbles. Ninety feet: all is gloom. Our lights flash on. Strange… as I study the diver opposite me, I am beginning to receive his thought impulses. There is a dimension of communication in water that transcends sight or sound. For fleeting moments my mind seems one with his. I am aware of the exhilaration of spirit he is feeling as he descends this lifeline into the unknown. Without trying to, he transmits his excited thoughts. I feel his accelerated awareness. Now I find his judgment fogging as we slip deeper. And so is mine. I must be careful. And so must he. One hundred feet: my pupils must be fully dilated. What I see is a strange nothingness rushing up—ever fainter and gloomier. We’re in total blackness. Now tiny luminous sparks begin to fly past my face. It is eleven-thirty a.m. Night. As total as night can be. Yet I wonder, is night any more absolute beneath me, or quiet more soundless?”

from the unpublished The Quiet Place, by Frank Murdoch

 Frank Murdoch