The Fishing Widows of Bay St. Lawrence: Part 1
They were all fishers and all widows. One day, five years later, I scrounged up my bar napkin, called Theresa and headed back north.
They were all fishers and all widows. One day, five years later, I scrounged up my bar napkin, called Theresa and headed back north.
They were all fishers and all widows. One day, five years later, I scrounged up my bar napkin, called Theresa and headed back north.
They were all fishers and all widows. One day, five years later, I scrounged up my bar napkin, called Theresa and headed back north.
They were all fishers and all widows. One day, five years later, I scrounged up my bar napkin, called Theresa and headed back north.
They were all fishers and all widows. One day, five years later, I scrounged up my bar napkin, called Theresa and headed back north.
They were all fishers and all widows. One day, five years later, I scrounged up my bar napkin, called Theresa and headed back north.
They were all fishers and all widows. One day, five years later, I scrounged up my bar napkin, called Theresa and headed back north.
Filmmaker, Maggie Lamere, transports us to Palestine during harvest season where families and olive trees become an inspiration in sustainable farming.