Up until this point, every job I’ve worked revolved around dealing and interacting with various people. And because of that I had to prioritize my appearance. Dress codes, exaggerated friendliness, looking the part, etc. Anyone who has worked in service knows what I’m talking about. With others eyes on me, I found it really easy to become caught up in how I appeared doing my job, and not really focusing on the job itself. As you can probably imagine this headspace does not make for a job-well-done.
But now that I’m pulling my living from the sea, I understand that efficiency and effort are everything. Getting the job done is the only thing that counts- and the way you look doing it doesn’t. Can you wake before dawn on a regular basis? Can you stack 50-pound traps for hours on end? Can you pick out the undersized by eye? Or decipher the feeding patterns of the creatures you’re attempting to catch? This is where your value lies as a fisherman. Your appearance carries absolutely no weight. The only eyes on you anyway are those of the your crew, the seagulls, and the fish you catch.
I’ve realized that I tend to glorify this line of work in my photos and their captions- but don’t let me fool you. It can be grueling, and it’s always dirty. Especially when the elements are not in your favor. I’ve been attempting to capture that side of the job as well, so hopefully that comes through in some of these images.
Until next week- thanks for checking in.