On the empty lot across the airport hung two long strips of thick nylon cords lined with luminous yellow orbs, very much like a very narrow runway that ends smack into a tree.
The weather was cool and the sky was overcast. A new fishing net was being prepared for the next fishing expedition.
On the AM radio was a local version of Dear Abby, occasionally interrupted by music from the golden oldies, bringing back bittersweet memories.
These fishermen are paid piso a day when they’re not at sea like today. Piso is Php 1.00, enough only to buy a candy or two, but that’s their lingo for P100. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing in between fishing trips.
A shot of tuba for everyone. A designated water boy goes around with a pitcher of the pungent coconut wine at regular intervals. It is given as a treat only during Sundays.
Each person gets a share of the catch, and each likewise has a share in the expenses as well. All of them are co-owners of the net, floaters and sinkers.
It’s a never ending cycle of borrowing money and paying debts, but it is an honest living.
There are no tall tales of the high seas, only wreckage from the distant past that lie 80 fathoms deep.
What can I do to help? Please let me know. Can I donate money to you and you can pass it along to the children/families? Your photographs are amazing.
thank you for the offer. I am thinking about setting up a fund raiser, but for now it will be for working children who have quit school because they have to work for food. I will announce it once it is in place.
Very nices series, great work!
Tiring work and some fun! There is a similar palm wine in my country called ‘Toddy’ that is a relaxing beverage for the hard working folks. The life there is so much similar. These pictures take me back to the coastal villages of Southern India.
Now that’s interesting. The picture I have in mind about India is the farming and religious festivals.
fantastic, each image tells a beautiful story! thank you for sharing!
you’re welcome, and thank you likewise for dropping by.
This reminded me of home, Thank you, for bringing me back to the days, when I was once a teacher in a small fishing village .I’ve seen these scenes but just didn’t pay much attention. On frame #3, I could see and hear the rythmn of the way they in fix their nets. I love their smiles:) Excellent one.
I haven’t seen fishing boats in Carigara during the times I went there… maybe I should explore the town some more.
the village I was referring to was Balud, Capoocan, where I taught grade school for nearly 13 years:)
we just passed by Capoocan this afternoon on our way to Ormoc, and it is a very long coastline. I will visit the place one of these days.
thank you Sir for the follow. i’m always excited to see your photographs. 🙂
you have a well written blog, and I can relate to it being a probinsyano myself. 🙂
Great set. Very strong photos and taken with such a good perspective.
Very nice work! Great images