Pacific Ocean Blue

‘Pacific Ocean Blue’

Having just returned home from a week at the beach, I thought I would share a view of the Pacific Ocean from that place.

Simply gorgeous, and with a feeling of infinity, the blues of sea and sky stretching away from the sandy shore.

As the title of this post is the same as the 1977 solo album masterpiece from Beach Boy Dennis Wilson, I thought you may as well also have a suitably summery song from the album, ‘You and I, (courtesy of YouTube).

Link below, enjoy and drift away!

Cross The Sky

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Deconscecrated Church, Glenfield NZ.

The simplicity of the circled cross, a stark symbol against the deep blue sky.

The symmetry of the angled white timber work under the eaves.

Two gleaming halves, mirror images.

They drew me in, these minor miracles, when I visited the building yesterday.

The former church has lost its sacred status to fulfill other uses today, but its uncomplicated appearance still has a striking purity about it…

Tangled Up In Black

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With apologies to Bob Dylan, whose tangled tune was blue, not black.

Blue, black; it doesn’t matter really.

Tangled up-ness comes in any hue you like, as long as it is saturnine.

Any shape or form too, as long as it seems impossible to get through.

It mixes and matches to every sort of person quite nicely.

Think of it as Ikea for the dark night of the soul…

 

Eight Blue Bowls

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Not the bowls you eat out of, but lawn bowls, the sport I play (it’s a British Commonwealth thing and generally a summer pastime).

This was earlier in the month, when my fours team , just coincidentally mind, played with blue bowls(two per player in that format).

So pretty I had to take picture!

That was about as pretty and together as it got – our play that day was distinctly average…

(PS: The pair on the left with the bat motif are mine)

Blue Swirl Reflections

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Geometric swirls of a carved gateway to a Maori marae ( meeting  place) reimagined in blue, and mirrored.

Not as the carver intended, but how it was in my mind’s eye, on a day where the mood was blue, little was calm in my head and mental waves churned like the sea below the marae.

And, after a little reflection (so to speak), I’m okay with that.