National Geographic : 1963 Sep
of sea birds called us. At night I just lay awake, listening to the silence." What they couldn't see by snorkeling, they saw from Green Island's underwater observ atory, at the end of a concrete pier. This is run by a bearded man named Lloyd Grigg. He and his partner Vince Vlasoff designed, built, towed, and placed it there-47 tons of steel, reinforced with concrete, moored in some 20 feet of water. "You could spend a lifetime just learning about corals and clams and the fish life around here," Lloyd said. "Our observatory lets visitors see something of it, fast." It certainly does. The place is fascinating (pages 374-5). Giant clams take their fat ease a foot or so from human noses jammed against the windows. Minute coral polyps-little High-hat occasion: Girl and escorts wear matching headgear for the Melbourne Cup, Australia's annual horse-racing classic. Merino ram tows owner Philip Russell on the grounds of Mawallok, 8,766-acre station a hundred miles northwest of Melbourne. KODACHROMEBY BRIAN McARDLE (RIGHT) AND EKTACHROMEBY GORDON DE'LISLE © N.G .S . - 'l~~'~ w7~.