Sumatran fishermen
I watched as a man, perhaps their father, dove into the cold, mountain river over and over. Every few dives he’d come up with a fish and put it in a bamboo basket floating near the bank. The boys would wade over to it with him and watch him plop the fish in, look and exclaim over it for a while, then go back to watching the man with intent and focus as he watched for the silver flash beneath the water, then slide in after it. Sometimes they’d dive in trying out what they’d been watching, but they always came up empty-handed.
Ketambe, Sumatra
