Down At The Dockside III

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‘Down At The Dockside III’

More goings on at the Ports of Auckland.

This boxlike freighter, the ‘Beluga Ace’, may well be a sister ship to the vessel recently featured in my post Down At The Dockside Again .They are equally inelegant in any case.

F**k knows why I am developing a nascent interest in the cargo ships that come into town by sea.

Something to do with the normality of international trade in abnormal pandemic- stricken times, I think.

Oddly comforting.

Only Clinging On (Shell Game)

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‘Only Clinging On (Shell Game)’

Tiny mussels and barnacles, thousands of them, cling to a rock in the sea, which in turn is enveloped in the tide’s swirl.

Fragility plays relentlessness in this particular shell game.

Sometimes I feel like one of those small molluscs or crustaceans, insignificant and only clinging on to life.

Those are the days that you hold on to whatever hope you have, and it doesn’t matter what it is…

Disturbed

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‘Disturbed’ 

On the surface of things, it’s a tranquil scene of coastal New Zealand.

Nothing disturbing, but something is disturbed.

The high winds and hard rain blew through here only minutes ago.

In the distance, there is a thick haze.

It is neither fog nor smoke.

The sand off the dunes and sandspit has been temporarily displaced into the air.

What was on the ground is now airborne.

There are those moments in our lives too, when havoc wreaks and major disturbance occurs.

When everything is up in the air.

It’s uncomfortable for sure.

But when you are in that space there is, if nothing else, the chance to see things from another, different, perspective.

And sometimes after the chaos, there will be a sense of tranquility.

If you are in “the churn”, I hope you find that, I really do.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To The Island In The Light

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‘To The Island In the Light’

Islands hold a special fascination for me.

There is something about there compactness, their isolation, their very apartness – that draws me like a magnet.

“Why should islands exert such an exceptional appeal? Why should so proportionately a small area of the earth loom so large in our awareness? What is the secret of the special excitement generated when people are isolated and surrounded by water?”

                          – John S. Bowman, ‘A Book Of Islands’

I have no real answers to the above questions, but I post this photo of craggy Taranga Island, in New Zealand’s Bream Bay, rising from the sea and bathed in light, as some sort of response to them.

In my mind, I go to the island in the light