A photo-essay on the modern, Long Island version of a primitive craft--trap fishing--should be interesting, but it's blunted by a ten-year-old girl's breathless, digressive narrative. She tells about the sudden storms, the hard work making a living, and her favorite time--""alone with a boat full of fish."" While the child's-eye-view provides an occasional sense of immediacy, more often it descends into peripheral Dick and Jane prattle: ""There are lots of dogs. I know some of their names."" Weiner's black and white photographs are artfully composed, if not terribly informative, but it's difficult wading through the text.