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The average pace on Malapascua Island is showing : the net and fishing boats have been left off so they can rest as much as people.
Peaceful.
In the 1800s, a shortage of space on the beach for the shore-based fishing fleet created restrictions on the space for fishing storage sheds, where nets and other equipment were kept dry.
This resulted in fishermen with only eight or nine square feet to build to design storage vertically. These thin, timber storage sheds up to three stories high were used for storing and mending the nets. They were known locally as net shops.
The sheds were originally built on the shingle-covered beach mounted on timber posts or rocks to allow the seawater to go underneath. Over the years as more shingle has built up and the beach has widened, water no longer reaches the huts.
These unique examples of net shops are located near the East Hill funicular railway, and have been preserved with help from the local council and English Heritage. Because of their architectural uniqueness, the Hastings net shops are listed as Grade II.
In the early morning sun, a fisherman retrieves his net from the North Fork of the St. Lucie River in Palm City, Florida.
a little house work for this shrimper He is on the commercial side of the marina and they sell shrimp right off the boat..They take care of cleaning up, and also mending nets which is crucial .
This shot was taken at Nurpur Bet, a village near Ludhiana which is popular among photographers because of it's proximity to the Satluj river and serene landscapes. This particular shot was taken yesterday's Sunday Morning while the fishermen were untangling the net. I used a go pro and got low to use the net as a leading line. The net and the fisherman's hands make a symbol of infinity which I was happy to capture as it indicated an infinitely beautiful morning and their infinite hardwork.
“Goddess Rising
This is for the women
Who have walked with hidden shame
Stirring like all is well
Though weighted down in pain.
This is for her Inner Child
Who longs to forget
Her innocence stolen
Body, soul and spirit rent
into pieces- fragments-broken-bent
This is for the Maiden
Longing to belong
-To another -
In hopes
to make right the darkened wrongs
Not realizing-blinded by oozing wounds
Her own innate delicious power
Thick within her womb
This is for the Mother
Breaking eons of fettered chains
For the children she has birthed
Through blood and breaths of change
She calls them Redemption
Regardless of their names
This is for the Crone
Who called her shattered pieces Home
To herself-
To all her luminous bodies
Where she never dared to feel
Making strong her bones
Crushing~ oppressors
With the swaying of her hips
Her hands soaring like doves
Honey dripping from her lips
This is for the Wild Woman
Who traversed the Underground
Leaving her footprints
While taming the Hellhounds.
Like a seed breaking fallow ground
Emerging fruitful garden
No longer bound
By the nightmare of the past
Awakened from the Dream-
Of Separation
SHE. IS.- merging realms between.
This is for the woman, for the Goddess
For me
For you
Rising from our ashes
Making ALL things new~”
― Mishi McCoy
Mishi McCoy is an Intuitive, Wholistic and Metaphysical Counselor, Author, Minister and Speaker Who Facilitates Personal Growth, Health, and Spiritual Wellness.