Sunday Fishing -- A Photo Essay
Walking along the estuary, I saw many fishermen yesterday evening. Some were in pairs sorting out dirt from their nets, readying for another round of fishing in the river Chapora, in their dinghies. One man was standing at the river’s edge casting a line with bait and many others were throwing circular nets. I approached one of them— a Sunday fisherman—it was his passion he said. His daughter and nephew gathered around him, helping to sort the net. Making sure that each of the weights were separate—no tangles. It was quite an elaborate task. Again and again he checked it, ensuring the net was clear to throw. And then this burly man approached the water and enacted manoeuvres akin to a dance. Lifting the gathered net, he turned his back to the sea. Then, slowly twisting half a round, short pause, then a rapid twist, leap and throw — left foot raised up in the air as he drew a strong arm circle and threw the net into the sea. The yellow rope of the net firml...
