‘Creek On The Flow Tide’
…the tide seeps slowly in…
‘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.
‘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….
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.
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!
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.
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.
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…
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
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….
Wooden groyne at a small beach on Auckland’s Tamaki River.
Groynes are structures that are supposed to prevent shoreline erosion by trapping sand and sediment moved by sea tides.
Pretty evidently,this specimen has seen better days.
Years of protecting the shore against wind and waves have taken a toll. Bits of the structure are gone but it still protects the coast.
Parallel with humans exist – worn down,carers and protectors amongst us can eventually suffer from “compassion fatigue” ,and worse.
If that sounds like you, please remember to shore up your own timbers before fighting the tide -take care of yourself as a priority!
Avicennia marina,salty tidal water and a sinking sun… a perfect combination really…
A beautiful scene on the west coast of New Zealand’s North Island.
But fraught with obstacles – countless rocks, the incessant surf ,tidal rips and undulating topography.
Were you to venture to the headland in the distance, that would pretty much be your lot the entire way.
Consider this,from American inventor Joy Mangano:
“Overcome obstacles one at a time. Sometimes the end goal becomes too daunting, so take things one step at a time and overcome each one as you get to it.”
I recently watched the 2015 movie ‘Joy’,loosely based on her life, as the protagonist battled continual setbacks and frustrations to market( of all freaking things) a revolutionary mop to the masses.
Certainly an eye opener on how to tackle obstacles. I winced every time things went pear-shaped, but she got what she wanted eventually.
Most worthwhile journeys we would probably never embark on if we could see at the outset all the barriers and pitfalls that we would encounter .
Joy’s simple mantra is the only realistic way to reach our dream destination.