It’s a gray and damp early morning in James Town. The lighthouse in the mist makes me think of northern California.
The fishing boats are coming in after a rough night at sea. I watch them and wonder what it would be like to be out for one, two or even three nights on these canoes. A crew, nets, equipment, provisions and coolers for the catch, all crammed on to a small vessel. You have to see these boats up close, see the men arriving at port in the early morning to get a sense of just how difficult this profession is — and today, fishermen are traveling further out and staying out longer, only to catch the same amount of fish they used to haul in with less effort (and expense).