life’s a beach
What could be better than a dip in the cool waters of the beach on a blistering hot summer day?
Maybe a cold bottle of soda waiting by the beach hut, and most definitely a dab of sunblock on bare skin.
Sitting in shallow waters, getting sand in our ears and in our underpants, tasting the salty water and the sting in our eyes…. there are a lot of childhood memories here from a time when the public beaches were wide open spaces and the only structures along the shores were wooden huts for rent. I miss the feeling of drifting off in my bed with imaginary waves gently rocking me to sleep after a long day at the beach.
The reverie was cut short by a crab fisherman name Joseph who was coming home for lunch.
This is his home. The walls are made of galvanized iron from torn roofs salvaged from the bay on the other side of the road.
He has been a crab fisherman for a long time and was able to send his 4 children to school. Two of his children are in college, one in high school and another one in grade school.
This is one of his finished nets for catching crabs. He has some more unfinished nets that need lead sinkers.
Joseph hopes that all his children will find better opportunities someday, and that none of them will need to fish for a living.