out at sea

night out at sea...24 hours later my body is still aching.
when i came to skagastrond with the intention of portraying the fishing community...only to discover that there are very few fishermen left.
the other night i got the chance to go out at see with one of the few boats remaining.
it was a unique experience.
for sure, i will never touch fish again (i'm vegetarian, but after being on a boat i will not even be able to walk in the frozen fish aisle of the supermarket).
It was very difficult to explain the fishermen why i was interested in photographing them...it was difficult to explain them that i am not interested in fishes or fishing. What interest me is the physical labour, the strenght necessary for a job that is passed down from generation to generation of families.The cultural aspect of a job that very few people want to do.
The night was long, the boat rocked and i survived...the fishermen told me horror stories of people being so sick they had to be airlifted to hospital...i survived, i was a bit seasick but nothing bad.
They worked over night, the boat is small and filled to the edge with containers and fishing lines.
I photographed as much as i could, the boat rocked and it was difficult for me to stand up!
We returned 19 hours later, i had a nap in the very smelly bunk bed, and when we returned i was so glad to see steady land!
The photographs are ok, no masterpiece here, it's the kind of job that would take months to obatin good results: for me in my work it is important to establish a relationship with the subjects i photograph.