‘The Fisher King’
The Fisher King
perched on rocky throne
in high-vis vest
keep the big ones
throw back the rest.
The Fisher King
Tag: Rocks
Strata/Ripple
‘Strata/Ripple’
When Nothing Is Calm II
‘When Nothing Is Calm II’
…can you soar above the tumult?…
When Nothing Is Calm
‘When Nothing Is Calm’
…then all is tumult…
Touch The Sea
‘Touch The Sea’
…rock fingers reaching out…
Fractured II
‘Fractured II’
…it’s everything it’s cracked up to be…
Aquamarine II
‘Aquamarine II’
…‘neath sun-dappled surface, sunken treasure lies…
Rockisphere
‘Rockisphere’
Surf Song II
‘Surf Song II’
Glisten II
‘Glisten II’
Stuck On You
‘Stuck On You’
Cliff Face
‘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
‘View Of Rangitoto Island From St. Heliers’ (26/7/20)
Small Rocks, Big Rock
‘Small Rocks, Big Rock’ Mangawhai Heads, NZ. July 2020
Sandstone And Sea
‘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…
On The Rocks, With Oysters
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….
East Neuk : Sun, Clouds & Shore
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.
The Green Cage
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…
The Relentless vs The Sentinel
What a match up! The Pacific Ocean against Sentinel Rock in Northland, New Zealand.
Continual surf crashes upon,and tidal motion swirls around and over, the rocks.
Pummeled.
24/7.
Every day and every night.
It’s epic, and relentless.
But still the Sentinel holds its ground, and stands guard.
Life is just as relentless as the ocean waves and tides.
It is hard to be rocklike in the face of attrition, I know. It’s easy to let your guard down when it feels there is no respite.
And there are times when I feel submerged but still manage to pull through,somehow.
And at those times I am grateful to people who are my “rocks”, shining concepts I cling to, and whatever higher power there is that guards me against destruction…
Barely See, Hardly Feel
One of those mornings where the view on the foggy Tamaki mirrors my headspace.
Tide out, no real clarity of view and I have the emotional responsiveness of the rocks pictured! Serene enough though…
As usual, I make hopeful assumptions about tides,wind and sun that mean the view can only be a temporary one….
Ebb Then Flood 