Updated: Feb 16
It was too stormy. Only one tiny fishing boat, manned by two sailors, dared the churning Atlantic. When the boat came in, sliding through surf, we were ready waiting. Two shark, one catfish, two Corvina and six seabass were brought up on board. Ernesto and Martin hauled the boat in with the help of six other men, wynching and laying down wooden logs to roll it onto wet sand and up the beach. Then the catfish was hung on a hook outside the beach shack to advertise a catch. I bought the biggest Corvina. Armoured with shining golden scales, this beautiful creature has created one of my most energetic images.