Flank me with your lances; and ye harpooners, stand there with your irons; and ye, stout mariners, ring me in, that I may in some sort revive a noble custom of my fisherman fathers before me.

Yet, those forlorn-looking fishermen, mildy eyeing us as they passed, said not one word to our own look-outs, while the quarter-deck hail was being heard from below.















I took these photos near the Messillah Beach in Kuwait. Every afternoon on Fridays and Saturdays, Kuwaiti youths and families frequent the place to fly kites. There was a noticeable absence of kites that particular afternoon because of the downcast sky due to a mild sandstorm. This man, small fishing net on his shoulders, caught my fancy and I clandestinely took his photos while he was on his way to fish.