1997, Kerala, India
Plate 61, 27x18
This graceful old boat just loomed up in front of me and seemed, by its antiquated grace and the blackness of its sun-drenched hull, to reach towards the heavens from a blue lake with filtered white clouds on a blue sky, the green vegetation far beyond green. The villagers here had fished in these wooden boats from ancient days and were complaining of the diminished catch that the fishermen were experiencing. Yet they continued to fish, for there was no other ready source of protein. So these fishermen, with little fish to catch, still took an array of beautifully designed and exquisitely constructed fishing boats of various lengths and manned by various sized crews out into the Indian Ocean, day after day and year after year after year.