‘Down At The Dockside At Dawn’
Down at the dockside
at dawn
a ship
set to wander
contiguous seas
in isolating days
Tag: Water
Double Derelict
‘Double Derelict’
…a broken branch reflected…
Across The Bay, A New Day
‘Across The Bay, A New Day’
Early morning misty view across a Northland bay.
Serenity reigns momentarily.
This is the ascending promise of the new day, actualised in sparkling waters and dissipating fog, quietly stunning.
Pitted
‘Pitted’
Wind and water, those eternal elements, have pitted the pale rocks on the surf beach at New Zealand’s Mangawhai Heads.
I have been drawn to the formations for many years.
A lesson in being beautiful despite being worse for wear…
Down To The Water
‘Down To The Water’
Reflection
‘Reflection’
Peak autumn on the Tamaki River at low tide; the clear blue sky is reflected in the water lying atop the mudflats at low tide. Plenty of time right now for me to likewise do a bit of reflection in the suspended state that is lockdown, whilst out walking.
The perfect mini soundtrack to this all comes from American new age/neo-classical pianist George Winston:
Enjoy !
Prow
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Flap
‘Flap’
Autumn is now finding its straps, with the rains finally coming to northern New Zealand after a summer of drought. The local pond is replenished with fresh water. These two geese find their joy there!
(For more recent avian delight see:The Magpie, Pukeko ,Squawk and I Am The White King)
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….
Sandstone And Sea
‘Sandstone And Sea’
…the view over a nearby cliff on one of many, many pandemic inspired (forced?) recent strolls in my locale. I am grateful, as always, for beauty in the mundane…
Steps Down To The Sea
‘Steps Down To The Sea’
steps down to the sea
rusted out old bastards
purpose all served
tread then with care
descend, descend
alight the last
and carelessly
walk on water
without weight
or thought for depths
cross ocean’s sheen
and twisting tides
transfigured
Breathe
‘Breathe’
Mangrove aerial roots (pneumatophores) protrude from the mud and tidal shallows of the Tamaki.
That’s how you breathe when you live in anaerobic sludge and partly submerged in salty water.
At any rate, the massed roots make for an impressive, if slightly surreal, display.
All together – breathe!
Under The Wharf, Above The Waves (VIII)
This is the latest iteration in an ongoing (and originally unintended) series .
It’s a recurring image that appears to me, like a dream, and then demands another projection on this blog’s screen.
I see it when I am feeling out of sorts with life.
That “in between” place; neither/nor; the netherworld.
This time around it feels like the whole coronavirus – worried world is of an uncertain mind.
We are mostly, then, somewhere under the wharf and above the waves…for now.
Stay safe people,hang on to the pilings!
Glass Ripples
Laugh Again
” Stop your snivelling creek bed;
come rain hail & flood-water
laugh again “
–Â Hone Tuwhare ,‘ Haiku (1)’
This great New Zealand poem, inscribed on a carved wooden gateway in Auckland’s Aotea Square, is an inspiration to Ebb Then Flood (for hopefully obvious reasons!)
Door In The Water
         Sea Cave, Muriwai, NZ
Water swirls at the mouth of this sea cave at Muriwai.
The darkened gap in the cliff face speaks of ancient mysteries and evolution through irresistible forces of wind and water.
A door to secrets I cannot fathom or be privy to…
Windows On Wake
A view of the wake from a passenger ferry to Waiheke Island from Auckland, through the ship’s windows, appears as if it were three frames in an old school roll of film…
( Ah, I remember rolls of film, but apart from the nostalgia factor, I don’t miss them, partly due to my shot cock-up rate, and also because of the inordinate processing costs.Not to mention exposing film to sunlight accidentally. Actually, the more I remember about the downsides, the less nostalgia I am feeling…..but big ups to you if you still take photos the old way! )
The Launching Place
Boat shed on the Tamaki in late afternoon sunlight.
Just a box on stilts?
Or, a place to launch watery journeys and dreams from?
Rain Delay
A damp scene at the lawn bowls last season.
It’s a summer game really, not that you would know it from this picture.
The rains have come, and the water is pooling on the green.
Play is delayed while we wait for the sun to re-emerge, and the little lakes that have formed, to dissipate.
Nothing to do in the meantime – just wait.
Contemplate your navel, the universe, whatever…
Have a cup of tea.
Chat amongst yourselves, people.
For it is a mere hiatus – play will recommence shortly.
 – Remember, this too shall pass –
Fall/Rise
“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall”
 – Confucius
( or,an ebb tide will give way to a flood…)
- Huka Falls , Taupo NZ
ebb then flood 