Juxtaposition

by Ebb Then Flood

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‘Juxtaposition’

The old is juxtaposed against the new in this shot of two Auckland buildings.

I always enjoy striking contrasts of any kind, especially when they are absolutely cheek by jowl.

Diversity of form and thought are precious, but often the closer you look at very different things ,the more you see the similarities.

In this case,  the use of white paint and symmetry, even though the overall stylings are massively different.

At any gathering of people there will be contrasting outlooks and personalities and varied back stories, somehow inhabiting the same place and time, for, at least, similar purposes.

Enjoy your juxtapositions!

 

 

 

 

False Spring Signal

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‘False Spring Signal’

Mid-July and daffodils have begun to appear in Auckland parks.

A bit unusual.

This bright yellow flower was shot a couple of days ago,with the temperature sitting at a relatively balmy 17/18 degrees Celsius.

“Ooooh, spring is on its way”, people coo.

Wrong.

Monster, frigid, gales have since come piling in from the Antarctic and the southern oceans, bringing rain, general havoc and single figure temperatures to our part of the country.

Just going to show that sometimes things are not what they appear…

 

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…