‘Under The Wharf, Above The Waves (X)
…images of the underside of wharves are recurring favourites of mine. in my mind they are places of transition, neither totally in sky or sea. transition from one thing to another is not always easy…as the stark criss-cross lines and encrusted beams in this photo allude to. periods of transition are never our destination but need to happen sometimes in order to get where we mean to go…
‘Wavelength’
…we float together on the same wavelength, serene…
‘Cut Off And Drowning’
Peace and love to anyone feeling like this; not every New Year is happy, I know…
‘On The Waterfront’
Auckland’s Tamaki Drive on the Waitemata Harbour – one of the great urban waterfronts. A gusty nor’-easterly wind was up at the time I took this shot last week, as the crests of the waves attest.
‘When Nothing Is Calm’
…then all is tumult…
‘Surf Mosaic’
…looking down on what’s coming in…
‘Resolute’
‘Wave Upon Wave’
…and still they come, one after another, beauty and peril mingled in their unremitting flow…
‘Surf Song’
‘Spume II’
‘Spume’
‘Just Over Water’
…a wavering wharf, just over waves – my life most of the time!
‘Incoming’
‘Surfer Girls’
After the storm on Sunday at Mangawhai Heads, the sun broke through the following day and the waves became less messy.
With that, two intrepid surfer girls made ready to challenge the ocean.
Camaraderie and anticipation; clean breaks, churn and spray awaiting the pair.
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‘Made For Storms’
Sunday kicked up stormy conditions in Mangawhai Heads.
The Pacific Ocean was far from pacific, and Sentinel Rock wore the force of the lashing nor-westerly wind and smashing waves.
The Rock is beautiful when it is calm, but is truly made for storms.
‘Salty Dog Day Afternoon’
…oh, to be happy and free as a dog amongst the waves…
‘Shifting Surface’
A wave is liquid motion – complex physics and restless poetry combined.
Always shifting; never repeating.
Its form is a function of wind, tide and topography.
Its colour reflects the sky and mirrors the depths.
Unique, and then gone.
There is something incredibly pure about that.
A return to the place between, of neither/nor ;to the weathered piles of the wharf, where the barnacles cling…I find myself there again.
Geometric swirls of a carved gateway to a Maori marae ( meeting place) reimagined in blue, and mirrored.
Not as the carver intended, but how it was in my mind’s eye, on a day where the mood was blue, little was calm in my head and mental waves churned like the sea below the marae.
And, after a little reflection (so to speak), I’m okay with that.
North Sea waves piledrive into the breakwater of the harbour at Pittenweem, Scotland yesterday.
The title of this post has an exclamation mark to bear witness to the velocity of wind and waves that roared and smashed during my stroll along the breakwater at dusk.Spectacular!
Powerful and unrelenting forces of nature versus man’s cunning engineering.
The breakwater protects fishing and other vessels in the harbour, where it is artificially calm.
Of course ,there are a lot less boats owing to the decline in the fisheries.
One day there may be no more haddock, crabs, lobster and prawns.
And,maybe no more breakwater if the sea has its revenge…
Ebb Then Flood 