

‘Guarding The Shore’
‘Guarding The Shore’
‘Altered Shore’
‘Row Your Boat Ashore’
…hallelujah!…
‘Striped Shore’
‘So, Now We Just Wait…’
Boats on a tidal shore at Kinghorn, Scotland (shot last October).
Each waiting for the tide and an able captain.
Waiting – it’s never easy.
And uncertainty is a prick of a thing…
I have been here before ( see Battered Protector ).
A different depth of field to the picture this time around, and so too another thought perspective.
The far shore of this arm of the sea is now visible in the distance.
The dagger-like groyne protrudes into the water and points to a spot on the horizon.
It is a affirmation of sorts, giving direction to destination:
” You can get there from here . I will show you the way.”
Dusk on the Tamaki River’s shore at low tide.
The day is fading; the water is receding.
Life is a succession of little endings.
The passing of one thing gives way to the coming of the new.
For there is no beginning without an end, as I am reminded by this gorgeous scene.
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.
Pohutukawa trees – shore sentinels as the day fades – the spirit of home, always.