Fishermen Waters
Awarded Fotoii Essay 2007STATEMENT
It is before daybreak, and I am already waiting in the humid morning air. To say it is magical or mystical is to over-simplify the choreography occurring within the space of two or three hours. There is a different rhythm here, where the low emerging sun slowly catapults itself above the land. Meanwhile, with the first breath of light the fishermen launch their boats. Nearby, the Herons gracefully and silently high-step in the shallows in search of smaller fish. The fishermen and Heron are as dependable as the sun.
Publishing Date 2006 / 12 / 05
