An Old Photo Part II

This photo dates back to 1994, nothing digital about it (cheap camera). I remember clearly I was getting out of the boat when all of a sudden I saw this fisherman gutting the fish. He worked swiftly, one fish after another. His enthusiasm was hypnotizing. I continued to look around and noticed the fishermen had crowded the shore with their little humble boats. They busied themselves with their treasures, juicy fish. I stood in awe, but braved myself to ask him if it was okay for me to take his photo. He smiled and gave me the go-ahead. So I did. Yes, I remember the ponderous waves against my body, the long swims toward the unattainable horizon, and the warmth of the rays perched on my shoulders. However, it is the memory of the fisherman that has stayed on my mind the most. His work looked quite consequential to me as if he intended to feed a starving world as if preventing its collapse. Oh, there is so much we could learn from a man of the sea. There is nothing lame about the oceans and the men who live for it. Take note: The location of this photo is in northwest Venezuela, in the Falcon state, during vacation time--days of genuine pleasure.