In the viewfind of my camera, I had at last framed the one thing that I most longed to photograph, a live, in captivity lemon shark. Tangerine looked at me with suspicious, yet curious eyes, no doubt wondering why I smelled of fish, as the water was tinted a slight red. Tangerine was a stunning, powerful creature, of 11 years old, about halfway through his lifespan. Since he was a lemon shark, he had a pale, yet vibrant shade of a soft mustard that had been mixed with a softer, sandy color, which is what it felt like to roll my hand on the left side as he circled me for the fish I had in my pocket, his flesh was squishy like slime, but also had a sandy feeling to it. Lemon sharks in captivity have a lesser brightness to the shade of yellow
