Hemingway's Muse?

When married to a photographer, the spouse often times finds themselves behind the scenes, carrying equipment, holding screens for lighting or sitting solo, waiting while the photographer searches for the perfect light. My husband is an outstanding photographer.  His eye captures beauty and life's complexities with the click of the camera.

So, when I took a solo trip to California to visit our son Bryan, I asked John if I could borrow one of his cameras and capture my hometown from my point of view.  I am not a photographer by nature,  but I relish in the splendid and rugged beauty of  the world around me.

Port Hueneme Pier has seen tempestuous slaps from Mother Nature throughout the years.  Fierce winter swells have slowly dismantled the pier's length and width.  Yet, one assemblage remains.  The fisherman.

In 1952 Ernest Hemingway wrote of Santiago and a relationship with a marlin.  As many times as I have drifted to the end of the pier seeking solitude and the meaning of life,  the fishermen is a constant presence. So, when walking the pier, I was moved to capture this fisherWOMAN's conversation with the sea.

A petite Filipino lady, she moved with ease and grace around the other apostles, tossing her lines out in hopes of snagging a mighty fish.  She was a quiet woman, whispering to herself; perhaps channeling her inner spirit with the sea and its' inhabitants.  

My hope is that I connected with one person, early in the morning and the sea was witness to that.