frames are from the seventeenth roll of film from my first extended
assignment. Handling situation was something I was learning,
and on this morning I felt in the way of the fishermen. The
routine of the men, father and son, was based upon a close rhythm
of work. There was no place in it for a photographer. But I
worked as intently as they, and this, at least, they understood.
We were both seeking something.
I was after a layered photograph that gave equal emphasis to
both men. The composition was solved when the son turned toward
me and, simultaneously, a swell lifted his father's dory briefly
above the horizon.