Cape Breton Island


In Inverness, I saw nine osprey. One alighted nearby & regarded me with its yellow eyes. A storm is brewing.


I came here planning to work on a fishing boat or to load and unload boats. It was just like in On the Waterfront, though. People would show up to work and a few would be picked. Lots of corruption. It was a joke to me but it was their lives. I left.


The seas had run out of fish but the market not of its demands. Every night the boats set off the cape's shores ready to fill their nets with anything sellable ... seaweed, wolf-fish, the rare tunas and halibuts.