‘Salty Dog Day Afternoon’
…oh, to be happy and free as a dog amongst the waves…
‘Salty Dog Day Afternoon’
…oh, to be happy and free as a dog amongst the waves…
‘You’re Growing on Me’
…curling lichen spread…
‘Good Vibrations Emanating’
‘Shifting Surface’
A wave is liquid motion – complex physics and restless poetry combined.
Always shifting; never repeating.
Its form is a function of wind, tide and topography.
Its colour reflects the sky and mirrors the depths.
Unique, and then gone.
There is something incredibly pure about that.
‘Tiny Yellow Globes’
‘Against The Odds’
…you can get choked by adverse forces, but you just might grow despite them…
‘Beauty is Hard To Find Sometimes’
‘A Walk On The Breakwater’
‘Out Through The Arch’
…houses, the sea, the afternoon sky; all framed by a masonry rainbow…arches are always optimistic!
‘The Red King’
The historic red iron fence along Auckland’s port area features heads of kings.
Apparently its Neptune/ Poseidon, the god and ruler of the sea, replete with pointy crown, large proboscis and flowing beard.
Magnificent!
‘Down At The Dockside At Dawn’
Down at the dockside
at dawn
a ship
set to wander
contiguous seas
in isolating days
‘Vermillion House’
…bright red flowers creeping up your walls,your stony exterior obscured by that which brightens the day like a smile….
‘Mudstalking In Golden Light’
A white-faced heron manages the neat trick of managing to walk gracefully through thick, oozing mud, illuminated by late afternoon sunlight.
I love to watch their slow, deliberate stalking gait as they forage. If they find something edible, the slo mo stuff ends with rapid beak-led motion towards their prey.
‘Double Derelict’
…a broken branch reflected…
‘Ruling The Roost’
Two little pied shags(cormorants) boss the branches. Very cool avians!
‘Gnarled’
…every branch tells a story; every life is this tree…
‘Frondness’
‘Working Wharves’
Pictured, a scene of Auckland’s main port facility on the scenic Waitemata Harbour.
The port has been feature of Auckland since the modern city’s birth.The city was built on trade and commerce .
Politicos and lobby groups now want the port to be shifted out of town; out of sight and out of mind.
It seems some people just do not want to have working wharves on their doorstep.
Dirty commerce!
There are plenty of lovely and enjoyable beaches, vantage points and eateries in the vicinity.
Equally though, I love the sight of freight ships from Panama, Liberia Singapore, or wherever, sweeping over the harbour after loading or disgorging their cargo.
I like to think the ‘nice to have’ and beautiful bits can co- exist with the functional hum, grind and sheer energy of a working port.
‘Across The Bay, A New Day’
Early morning misty view across a Northland bay.
Serenity reigns momentarily.
This is the ascending promise of the new day, actualised in sparkling waters and dissipating fog, quietly stunning.
‘Pitted III’
…to complete a hole-ly trinity of honeycomb-like rock indentations…