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so here i am joking about photographing old fishermen and how tired i am of seeing stages, lobster pots and the like, when reg comes over to pick up his car. it is 9:30 i'm heading over to sharon's to get the key for number 14 and tell her about the print.

-the capelin are roeing. he says. i head race over to the stage. sam is there as is vince. the morning group are in getting in and out of their cars and i realise that they would gather there not only to chat in the morning but also to look at the people heading out and to see the state of the capelin.

from above a saw a few beaching themselves, walking down the stage i realised that the dark area of sea was all capelin. schools and schools of them. watched from both sides of the stage now realising that i had become the attraction. the morning group watching the c.f.a. watching the capelin. reg drives by and asks if i'm going to catch any. no.

see vince and yell up to him. that makes me less of an oddity.

heading up back up the stage i see russell in his boots, with a net and a pail heading walking down with determination. asks if i'm going to catch anything said no am a vegetarian. a long silence don't know if he is going to hit me.
-best thing in the world fish he says. understand it is like being a vegan in the dairy state.

now the link becomes more involved. the morning group now with cars - both local and tourist - stopping - watching me photograph russell netting capelin. me photographing the morning group watching russell and me.

head up when his brother henry comes running down with two kids while paul has just come in with his boat. a couple of ontarians seeing the hub bub stop come over and wonder what is going on. vince tells them everything how to prepare them what they are.

elke drives up and stops in the middle of the road. gets out and has a look and tells the ontarians how she prepares them. how they should wait until they have spawned but it seems to be enough of them.

the ontarians wonder about lobsters having seen paul winch his boat in and his help empty the pots.

both move on elke north, the ontarians back to st. john's.

chat with sam who liked his photograph - it is captioned incorrectly as cyrill who is his son.