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A fishing trawler (also called a dragger) is a commercial fishing vessel designed to operate fishing trawls. Trawling is a method of fishing that involves actively dragging or pulling a trawl through the water behind one or more trawlers. Trawls are fishing nets that are pulled along the bottom of the sea or in midwater at a specified depth. A trawler may also operate two or more trawl nets simultaneously (double-rig and multi-rig).
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At 05h15 yesterday morning... a Taiwanese fishing trawler ran aground in the fog... on Clifton's First Beach!
19 of the 28 crew members were successfully evacuated... leaving the others (and a dog) to coordinate the high-tide refloating attempts. Fortunately the engines and generators are still in good working order... and very fortunately there does not appear to be any danger of an oil-spill... at this stage.
Of course... I dashed out there with my D3100 as soon as I heard about it... here is a six portrait-image panorama... taken shortly before sunset. There's plenty of detail in this pano... it's definitely better to view it large. :)
Nikon D3100, Sigma 18-200mm at 98mm, aperture of f16, with a 1/160th second exposure.
Fishing vessels tied up at Brixham Harbour, Devon. Stitched panorama of 3 images to increase detail.
The trawling vessel Sologha tied up in Bayou La Batre, AL. at sunset, likely waiting for some sort of season to start, like the rest of the trawlers along the river.
Pelagic fishers berthed in Lerwick and the UK’s largest at 86.8m x 17.6m 2018 built Ocean Star FR77 heading in towards Shetland Pelagia to land a shot of herring. 15/09/2021
NIGHT TRAWLER
Acrylic on canvas 6/2008
Size: 22" x 28" (55.9 cm X 79.1 cm.)
This painting has several other paintings under it's skin. That has caused some interesting "impasto" effects. This canvas has been worked, and re-worked, again and again. Underneath this image sleeps the bones of painted memories that only I can recall, and those memories are passing away as I write this description.
At times this painting has been in my closet, under my table, faced against the wall, and purposefully forgotten. I have been working this canvas on and off for over a year.
The "NIGHT TRAWLER" is the boat of my dreams. I would love to live on this boat. To glide from place to place on still and rough waters. Inside this boat is everything I have ever wanted or loved. In my imagination, I am this boat. It is my sanctuary, my retreat, my hideaway. No one can touch me here.
I want to walk into this picture and disappear. I wish to leave the absurd trials and tribulations of men behind, and become part of my painted world. A more interesting and mysterious world where fish rise up above the water to stare at men. Where fish can fly like birds, and translucent creatures swim across the starry night sky shimmering in moon light.
Many years ago, when I was a young boy my father would wake me before dawn to go fishing in the Ocean. We would drive through the foggy San Francisco streets to "Muni Pier" , buy bait wrapped in yesterdays newspaper, and drive across the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito. There my father had moored an old 26 foot inboard with a cabin. To my young eyes a Ship! As the first false dawn light began to color the world, we would board with our gear. Trembling with the morning chill, breathing out hot steam into the cold, he'd start the engine. The smell of gasoline, bait and salt water is a heavenly memory.
We made slowly out the jetty and into the San Francisco Bay to cross the "Potato Patch". This is an area of rough water under the Golden Gate bridge where many a small boat has gone down in a sudden storm. Past this fearful patch of rough water lay the beautiful blue waters off Marin County, California. We would skirt the shore, find a still cove and drop anchor. These coves were always surrounded by high cliffs with wild trees overhanging the edges. The Cliffs were natural wind breaks. The water was blue black with its depth, and still as a mirror. The smell there was pine forest mixed with salt water, morning sun, exhaust fumes and dead fish. When I die, if I smell this, I will know there is a heaven after all.
My excitement to begin was so extreme that my fingers would tremble while I set my hooks and sinkers. My father and I would sit side by side in lawn chairs as the boat gently swayed in the calm morning water. The fog would clear in spots and open holes in the sky. Through these openings rays of white orange sunlight would appear. Someone called these "The Fingers of God".
And what fish we caught! I never knew what monstrous beauty I might pull from those waters! Creatures from science fiction! Things that I was sure no one had ever seen before! Huge green purple kelp fish with bulging eyes and fins that looked more like seaweed than fish fins, mottled with countless of hues of blues, greens and violets and blacks. They were covered with tiny slithering worms and tiny gittering crustaceous fleas. Amazing things that I would stare at with the wide eyed wonder of a seven year old boy.
There were Leopard Sharks with beautiful black spots. Fish that looked like futuristic cylindric space ships, Crabs, giant jellyfish, White sharks as big as our boat! (Very scary!) and so many more! The sea's imagination knows no bounds!
The fish my father wanted were the Salmon and Stripped Bass. He once caught a 50 pound Salmon off the Gate! There were big Bat Rays that might take 3 hours for my father to land. He would never know what they were until it surfaced. He always thought he might have a huge salmon, and would curse in rage when it was only a "F-ING RAY" that he had sweated hours to bring to the surface!
My favorite times were slow and silent. When our lines made the only ripple upon the water. The only sound was the soft lapping of the dark water against our boat, the sound of gulls, and my fathers breathing. I would try to match my breaths to my fathers as we sat in silence. I was a miniature version of him, looking into the dark waters thinking our thoughts. I wonder now what he was thinking. I wanted to be him. He was perfection. It was the perfect harmony of a father and son. It's a precious jewel of a memory.
In my painting are remembrances of the rocky cliffs and the calm waters of these pristine California coves. I wonder if they are still there as they were way back then? (Circa 1958) I think not.
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Taken from the Hurtigruten ship MS Finnmarken just after leaving Kirkenes.
Just after midday but officially night as the sun never rises at this time of year.
The wreck of the steam trawler 'Shereton'. It was built in 1907.
In 1947 the boat broke free from its moorings and was washed up on Hunstanton Beach Norfolk.
- www.kevin-palmer.com - Even though the light wasn't the greatest, the views were majestic as I drove along the coast of Norway on my way to Narvik. I found myself stopping every few minutes, but this was my favorite view. A fishing trawler was anchored in the fjord with the peaks of the Lyngen Alps rising dramatically in the background.
One of several abandoned old derelict fishing trawlers on a shore near Magheraroarty Harbour in County Donegal, Ireland.
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Western Train waits to work its second illumination tour of the evening whilst Trawler prepares to head back to Rigby Road after its only illumination tour of the evening. 27th October 2021.
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Static Vessel
This former German trawler/research vessel , now houseboat , has been more or less a permanent static fixture for a number of year inside the Bowling Marina Complex on the #ForthandClydeCanal adjacent to the River Clyde. She could be repainted in vibrant red these days.