
‘All Along The Creek’
…flanked by mangroves, a creek at low tide wends its watery way…

‘All Along The Creek’
…flanked by mangroves, a creek at low tide wends its watery way…

‘The Throne & The Tide’
Myth has it that King Canute of England set his throne on a beach and commanded the incoming tide to halt its advance.
The king’s powers did not extend that far however- the tide washed past the king and throne.
This chair is in a similarly hapless place!

‘Door On The Water’
…the lapping tide’s just a step away…

‘Beached’
…the hiatus – between tides and voyages.
sometimes there is nothing but to wait…


‘Boats On The Island V’
…the high tide is coming, promise!…


‘Boats On The Island II’
…ah, the ebb tide
the lowest of the low
leaves us stranded
nowhere to go…

‘Creek On The Ebb Tide’
…emptying to the sea…

‘Gulls On The Ebb Tide’

‘Surrounded By Sea’
High tide obscures most, but not quite all, of a stormwater system at Auckland’s Okahu Bay.

‘Bright Flag On The Ebb Tide’
… the tide may have gone out but hope is still signalled…

‘Creek On The Flow Tide’
…the tide seeps slowly in…

‘Rolling With The Tide’
…be baptised, not capsized…
..

‘High And Dry II’
…the tide may be out now , but the refloat is gonna happen!…

‘The Tide Is Rising’
Tides are king at Ebb Then Flood (if you haven’t noticed!) but this marker pole at Auckland’s Okahu Bay gives a sobering indication of past, current, and future mean average tides at that locale.
The tide is rising, and not in a twice daily, good way…

‘Mangroves & Tide II’
Auckland’s Tamaki River seeps through the mangroves on the incoming tide.
I have never lived more than five minutes drive from the river,and as such this is one of the most familiar and comforting views I know.
Forgive me then any repetition of this imagery – it is engrained in me, and tidal patterns inspire much of this blog, and my life as well.
Enjoy!

‘Mangroves & Tide’

‘A Profusion Of Protrusions’
The striking effect of massed mangrove aerial roots sticking up through the mud at low tide on the Tamaki River.

‘Only Clinging On (Shell Game)’
Tiny mussels and barnacles, thousands of them, cling to a rock in the sea, which in turn is enveloped in the tide’s swirl.
Fragility plays relentlessness in this particular shell game.
Sometimes I feel like one of those small molluscs or crustaceans, insignificant and only clinging on to life.
Those are the days that you hold on to whatever hope you have, and it doesn’t matter what it is…

‘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!

‘The Bend In The Water’
Time and tide move slowly at the mangrove-lined creek; there is an almost imperceptible sense of being connected to the motion of all things, as I stand at the water’s edge and when my mind is as still as my surrounds. Listen, watch, for it is there….