…waiting for the bus this morning, it was pissing down…but beauty still came in…
…show me the outside; show me again…
Weathered And Reflected
‘Weathered And Reflected’
…weathered by the elements, you see yourself reflected…
Stack & Glint
‘Stack & Glint’
…stack ’em high, with a glint in the eye…
A Line In The Water
‘A Line In The Water’
…a broken branch reflected…
Ebbed Out, Not Effed Up
‘Ebbed Out, Not Effed Up’
So, the tide has ebbed and gone out.
Your flow has flown, so to speak.
Maybe it’s a rock bottom.
Or perhaps you’re just lying on the mud and silt; motionless, hanging onto your ropes and reflecting only yourself dimly.
But, you are not f**ked up, not finished yet – the next tide will come to re-purpose you – just you wait and see!
Peak autumn on the Tamaki River at low tide; the clear blue sky is reflected in the water lying atop the mudflats at low tide. Plenty of time right now for me to likewise do a bit of reflection in the suspended state that is lockdown, whilst out walking.
The perfect mini soundtrack to this all comes from American new age/neo-classical pianist George Winston:
Blue Swirl Reflections
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.
A small rockpool on the Tamaki River at low tide.
Seawater trapped in a sandstone circle. The next tide will free it.
Meanwhile, there’s maybe just enough space and water to bathe a baby…or to reflect your face… or to throw a coin in, and wish…
I adore small perfectly formed things ,and today I wish for them to come my way, and yours!