Under The Wharf, Above The Waves ( II )


Some thoughts on this and the preceding picture: They are about that place that is neither/nor. On the wharf, people wait for boats to come and go, maybe fish , gaze upon or leap into the sea, where , below the waves ,marine life teems in the place it totally belongs to.In between is the nowhere zone – dank timber deteriorating over time, rough barnacles hanging on grimly. And sometimes that is where we find ourselves ,but even then, there is light beyond and enough support to give hope.