This photo made me think of my dad. He was a fisherman, sailing the treacherous Bering Sea, between Alaska and Russia. He’d be at sea for several months at a time, docking at Dutch Harbor and flying back to visit me if he had a long break. He’d always come back with long hair and a beard, wearing a scraggly hoddy and he (and his entire duffle bag + contents) would always wreak of fish and cigarettes. I can imagine why, especially considering the picture above. I can still picture the smell and as gross as it sounds, it’s very nostalgic to me.