The animals
Sand tiger sharks, sawfish, green turtles, cownose rays. Who hangs at the glass, who feeds on the operator’s clock, and the jellyfish gallery I still walk twice.
Field notes
Who lives over your head
I spent thirty years watching elasmobranchs in public tanks. These pages are about the animals in the main exhibit — how they use the water column, where they rest, and why a shark tunnel works as architecture rather than as a trick.
I live in Toronto now. The building sits downtown, a short walk from Union Station. I come on weekday mornings, stand still, and wait. That is the whole method.
The tunnel
Ninety-six metres of acrylic, a moving walkway, a bypass for anyone who hates a belt. Why sharks swim over the tube instead of through it.
I do not sell tickets. I do not hold inventory. Hours, closures, and timed entry belong to the operator. If a Saturday crush or a café that is merely fine would change your day, I say so on Planning.
Cameron Doyle · notes from the glass, not a box office