#fishing trawler

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MOONRIVER

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woman (name unknown) smoking while cooking in the galley. I’m assuming she was the resident cook on the ship at the time (which is actually how my mum and dad would meet roughly 15 years after this photo was taken.) I’m not sure which vessel this is, as my father worked on and captained many trawlers throughout his career, but I think it’s a great photo.

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Out in the bay

(On my travels)

Long distance shot (600mm) at Tannum Sands. It was windy and choppy

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Fishing trawlers Ako and Plieņciems moored in Roja, Latvia, August 3, 2021. Photo by D.P.

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A Chinese poacher vessel, equipped with an array of lights to attract squid at night, anchored in South Korean waters. 

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Nowadays, on the internet, when you want two fictional characters to get together and bump uglies, you say “I ship it.” This has always seemed odd to me, because ever since that one summer I spent on a fishing trawler, the idea of “ship” had become inextricably tied in my mind with the concept of “vomiting profusely on every available surface, coating the interior of an enclosed space like latex primer from the paint aisle of the Home Depot in Hell.”

I wouldn’t call myself sea-sick, no - but there were limits to what I could tolerate. In retrospect, I should have seen the warning signs long before I set foot on that accursed sloop. Having lived in the prairies for all my life, open bodies of water were so foreign to me that it only took the mere sight of a paddleboat plastic swan at the local public park for me to start sweating profusely.

Once, when I was a teenager, I saw a jet ski. The sight of it scared me so badly that I immediately drove to the church and demanded to confess my sins to a bored preacher. He didn’t even know what a torque spec was, and wasn’t convinced there was a Commandment against using wire nuts to splice in offroad lights. Even so, he made me mop up some spilled holy water in the lobby, which is where I saw the want-ad that would send me on my true quest for penitence.

At first, I had thought that I could confront my fear, being surrounded by the sea with no option for escape. That’s when Salty Phil, the fish cleaner who shared my top bunk, told me about his love of filling the rear window of his car with Internet-themed bumper stickers, and the barfing commenced.

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Harbor of Greetsiel by rphfoto