Fishermen
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This photograph was a turning point for me; it was a bitterly cold morning, I didn’t have gloves and I was wet from the mist spraying off of the crashing waves. The fishermen had a loneliness to them that sparked an image in my mind of my father and how he used to take me fishing along the shore at dawn; I saw the solitude. Once I had the image in my mind I got to work and made a series of exposures to match it. Then I left the quiet men.
