We had lunch at a restaurant in Samana. Two large fish on a platter...straight from the wharf...choose one to be cleaned and cooked.
Across the way we watched a group of three men, one of whom was doing some welding repair work on a lookout that stretches along the waterfront.
After a while, a small car pulled out. The men walked over to the car, had some words, and each received a styrofoam box...apparently it was lunch time.
The welder went back to work. During that time, Charlotte's fish arrived, perfectly cooked.
The welder stopped and picked up his gear. He got on the back of the motorcycle and rode away. He left behind the generator he had been using. And one of his mates.
Who by this time had climbed into the tree and was resting in the breeze that was blowing off the bay. My guess is that he was working as guarding the generator which was left on the sidewalk. For more welding work next week?
So here was a slice of these men's lives, played out on the bayfront...and ours, in the cocoon of a restaurant high above the street...and these lives never really touched...but they did in the way that images from the world can be drawn into the lens of a camera that bring us connections far beyond the small town of Samana.
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Location:Samana, Dominican Republic
