Victor asked me to take his photograph in his conuco. He posed seriously, with dignity and solemnity. Everything around him was natural, even the chin-strap holding his hat was made out of a leaf of banana.

The tropical sun, which can often overexpose many shots at the wrong time of day, can at later hour create marvelous shadows and depth for natural portraits that would be hard to create in a studio. The light and shadows outlined his face and chiseled his features to show the strength of character that he wanted to portray.Normally the Venezuelan fisherman goes out alone to patiently fight the currents, the dance of the boat, the inert weight of the water and the living weight of the fish, but when groups go out in a communal hunt of a large school of fish, dozens are in one medium-sized boat. The silence surprises; no one speaks, only the sea and the movement of the boat are heard. Then the fish furiously hit the nets, the air explodes thunderously with the tumult of chaos, shouted orders, roars of effort, clamors urging on the others, cheers of success, grunts of exhaustion, and then silence in their return.