bucket of fish

fishermen

this. this is a fishing expedition. or, really, an expedition of mine to find the fishing port of nouakchott. i found it, and was delighted by its noise. and colour. and madness.

the objective was to unload the boats as fast as possible. to use the vessels as wave breakers and to shield the waiting crowd.

the men, dressed against inevitable wetness, carried the fish uphill. up over the sand. from sea to ancient pickup trucks. children - those brave and blessed with height - followed the men, waiting for lapsed attention.

and in between balancing - measuring what was required to bridge sea and truck, traversing the return, swatting those daring, reaching children - their free hands stretched upwards. 

pocketing silver for themselves, 

those wet fish men.

rushing home

the taxi driver was mildly amused. i took his photo. we swapped phone numbers and i promised to send him a copy.

the light

usual suspects

end of day accounting, fish market

painted history

fishing boat detail, nouakchott