Blue Swirl Reflections

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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.

 

Breakwater !

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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…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Under The Wharf, Above The Waves (VII)

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The ‘Wharf ‘ picture series continues – this time blurred, black and blue, which is how things look and feel in the nether world.

Twixt and ‘tween land, where you exist as other, and neither (above or below, that is).

You can scope the previous ‘Wharf ‘ posts to see where this theme comes from, if you are so minded.

My meditation on this scene is a little different this time around:

What lies between fighting the truth and running from it?

Acceptance

Wiser than fighting, braver than running, and harder than both…

As I have said before – be the barnacle!

 

The Relentless vs The Sentinel

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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…

 

Looking Over Achilles Point: A Simple Luxury

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Achilles Point is one of Auckland’s  many cool vantage points and one of the places I go just to look out over the rocks ,reefs ,waves ,islands,and the constantly changing horizon.

Beautiful.

Soulful.

A simple luxury ,if that is not a contradiction in terms.

Under The Wharf, Above The Waves (VI)

20190421_123805.jpgSorry if I am repeating myself – actually not really, there can be virtue in repetition (well you gotta tell yourself that just to get through this life!)…this is another in the ‘Wharf ‘ series; studies of  the ‘space in between’.

And, given that it is Easter after all ,right now the recurring motif is about the place between death and resurrection, endings and beginnings. No pause is without purpose. Be the barnacle and hang on in there…