I was born and raised in a fishing village called Claxton Bay, on the Caribbean Island of Trinidad. I hail from a long line of local fishermen. I left the village at a young age, but the stories my father told me of island life and the fishing experience have shaped my life, defined my values, and inspired my ambitions.
For A Fisherman’s Journey I decided to take these stories beyond the realm of remembered words, and give them a visual life. So I returned to my village and spent several weeks photographing its daily life. Every morning I would get up and document the fishermen as they engaged both in their vocation and in recreational activities—fishing, playing cricket, or just being at home.
Most of the fishermen I photographed are related to me, but I was still nervous about reconnecting with them. It came naturally, though, because they all knew my father. In fact, they were too receptive at first, posing for pictures all the time. They loved being photographed. But I wanted to capture them in a documentary style, without awareness of the camera. Fortunately, the longer I stayed in Claxton Bay, the more invisible I became. And I felt a flashback of happiness from remembering the time I spent with my father as a child.
My hope in creating these images goes beyond reclaiming my own heritage. I wanted something more universal: a statement that there are still places in the world that are peaceable, where people work hard yet still have time to enjoy one another’s company and the gifts of nature.