
‘Cliff & Rocks’
… there’s something bigger than us…

‘Cliff & Rocks’
… there’s something bigger than us…

‘A Quiet Pool’
…cool, calm and inviting, the water beckons…

‘The Fisher King’
The Fisher King
perched on rocky throne
in high-vis vest
keep the big ones
throw back the rest.

‘Strata/Ripple’

‘When Nothing Is Calm II’
…can you soar above the tumult?…

‘When Nothing Is Calm’
…then all is tumult…

‘Touch The Sea’
…rock fingers reaching out…

‘Fractured II’
…it’s everything it’s cracked up to be…

‘Aquamarine II’
…‘neath sun-dappled surface, sunken treasure lies…

‘Rockisphere’

‘Surf Song II’

‘Glisten II’

‘Stuck On You’

‘Cliff Face’
Detail of a rocky cliff face on Piha’s Lion Rock.
Speaking of faces, there is a small smiley face rock at middle right of the photo (this could just be my imagination).Bonus points if you see more faces!

‘View Of Rangitoto Island From St. Heliers’ (26/7/20)

‘Small Rocks, Big Rock’ Mangawhai Heads, NZ. July 2020

‘Sandstone And Sea’
…the view over a nearby cliff on one of many, many pandemic inspired (forced?) recent strolls in my locale. I am grateful, as always, for beauty in the mundane…

Oysters on rocks, Karaka Bay, NZ
Pacific oysters, both whole and broken, pale and with jagged edges, cling to tidal rocks.
Like barnacles and limpets, oysters signify tenacity to me; holding firm against the elements, whether submerged or exposed to the sun.
The reward of eating the delicious molluscs comes with hard work in opening them, and risk of being cut in the process.
I have a love/hate relationship with the creatures – I love the taste and will eat them every which way, but have had my feet painfully slashed by their shells on a number of occasions whilst swimming at my favourite local spots.
They are just difficult, I suppose, as their own survival and life is difficult.
Hmm, I can think of some people I know like that….

A break in the clouds as they sweep through.
The old houses by the shore gleam in the temporary sunlight.
The rocks below the seawall are the inscrutable guardians of these shifting scenes, waiting for the rising tide.

Make of this what you will, but in our efforts to tame the environment, the natural world, it’s getting rockier by the meshed minute…