‘Gulls On The Ebb Tide’
Gulls On The Ebb Tide
Tag: Tide
Surrounded By Sea
‘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
‘Bright Flag On The Ebb Tide’
… the tide may have gone out but hope is still signalled…
Creek On The Flow Tide
‘Creek On The Flow Tide’
…the tide seeps slowly in…
Rolling With The Tide
‘Rolling With The Tide’
…be baptised, not capsized…
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High And Dry II
‘High And Dry II’
…the tide may be out now , but the refloat is gonna happen!…
The Tide Is Rising
‘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
‘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
‘Mangroves & Tide’
A Profusion Of Protrusions
‘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)
‘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
‘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
‘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….
Little Endings
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.
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.
Kohi As She Curves
Curved coastal rock forms at Kohimarama Beach, Auckland.
Ancient seismic activity leaves its mark ,but is only exposed at low tide.
It is as if the stone mimics the shape of the waves that lap against it; one great curling continuum!
The New Flow
Walked down to the river shore this afternoon to calm my head.
An ebb tide, about as far out as can be.
Mudflats, shell banks, strewn rocks exposed.
And layered and eroded sandstone, captured in this photo and then subjected to some post-production flight of fancy.
Something bright, molten and fluid resulted.
It brought to mind, and to life, a poem I wrote a while back ( I don’t write many) and posted here: Bond / Flow
This is for those who have ever lost hope.
Peace,Andy L.
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…
Boat Houses On The Ebb Tide
Two emerald green boat houses on the shores of Raglan’s harbour on New Zealand’s west coast.
This is apropos of nothing really ,other than I find this view really calming.
That, and at on an ebb(or low) tide, nothing appears to be happening.
But there is always the promise of the rising tide.
A similarly themed post on this blog here:The Boat House
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….
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