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  • This story is in three parts.
    I was on route to somewhere else, but only made it as far as the lake where some people are fishing.


    Part 1

    These two are friends.
    One of their dads supervises them
    as they wait patiently with their net.
    They are on the hunt for turtles today,
    and while they spot a few,
    none are foolish enough to be ensnared.
    A straw, grocery receipt and an apple
    are their next prey.
    When they catch the apple,
    they are quite amused
    and approach me to show that it's been bitten.

    "So you are a camera guy?" one of them asks me.
  • Part 2

    Father supervises from the bench
    while his son sits inquisitively beside a girl
    and talks to her in Russian as she fishes.
    They just met today.
    He's only seven years old with Russian and Indian roots.
    His father, Indian, lived in Moscow for 20 years
    and they moved to Canada only three years ago.
    He tells me about his experiences moving,
    and we scratch the surface on Canada's discrimination towards immigrants.
  • Part 3

    Father and daughter are equipped with bait
    They are the main spectacle for those without fishing lines.
    In a past life in Kiev, Ukraine
    he used to fish in Dneiper river when he was younger than his daughter.
    They catch and release Bass, Sunfishes and Crappie fishes.
    That's right, Crappie with an i and e.

    As it gets darker, the three kids sit on the edge of the dock with her and marvel at her prowess in throwing the fishing line. They touch, identify and examine the fish before throwing it back into the water. Once, a fish prematurely jumps out of the palm of her hands and they are stunned into laughter.

    I think about diversity, multiculturalism and what future generations will do with racial and class inequality.
    It's reassuring to be witness to these interactions. Perhaps a desirable result of this experiment we are part of.

    On my walk back, I notice red, orange, and yellow leaves. A new season has arrived.
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