A trio of bulky men stand with their backs facing us. They watch and wait. Billowing black waders act as anchors as water swirls precariously above knee-height. Each figure leans forward, their disproportionately small heads accentuating scale, physicality and strength. Visible across the lagoon on the opposite bank are seven other fishermen, one gang of three and another group of four, like small insects in military-like clusters. The dense, gun-metal-grey foreshore rises like a wall to the picture plane. Curving forms—beach, rods, waders, surf, clouds—coalesce. The slightly awkward stance of the man on the left, in partial profile, is notably featureless. The composition radiates outwards from the large central figure—is he the archetypical fisherman?
Trevor Moffitt was passionate about salmon fishing, and this series, like those that preceded and followed,…