The Throne & The Tide

‘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!

Mangroves & Tide II

‘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!

Only Clinging On (Shell Game)

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‘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

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‘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!