‘On The Wharf, To The Horizon’
A young man stands on a wharf on Victoria’s Mornington Peninsula.
The wharf appears to end at the sea’s horizon.
The young man is in fact my son, and he has relocated from New Zealand to Australia to further employment and professional ambitions, as many others his age do.
The photo, to my mind anyway, captures a solo leap, out from familiar shores to the great unknown beyond. I hope that in this case courage and vision will be rewarded!
‘Kiosk On The Pier’
…frontage view of the building featured in the previous post – very cool in my opinion!…
‘Kiosk On The Pier’
…frontage view of the building featured in the previous post – very cool in my opinion!…
‘Rectangles Within A Curve, Waves Above Waves’
…detail of the old kiosk at the end of the pier at st.kilda beach.
i love the building, with a bold red door , pale yellow paintwork and curved portal frame. also, the wavy pattern along the bottom of the structure – so suited to a building sitting above the sea!…
‘Tokomaru Bay Wharf’
More wharf pictures ,this time from north of Tolaga Bay, and a little up the coast.
Again, a now disused pier – a relic of the times last century when ships were the cargo kings in this remote part of New Zealand.
Great to photograph though!
‘Tolaga Bay Wharf VI’
…time to drift away from this series of images of this historic pier – thanks for stopping by!…
‘Tolaga Bay Wharf V’
“Turangi was Here”
(there’s always someone who got there before you!)
‘Tolaga Bay Wharf IV’
…walk out over the shining sea…
‘Tolaga Bay Wharf III’
‘Tolaga Bay Wharf II’
…old rails, new horizons…
‘Tolaga Bay Wharf’
…660 metres to a vanishing point…
‘The Fisher King II’
From the wharf
lines will dangle
catch a fish
or get caught in a tangle!
‘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…
‘Out Along The Wharf’
‘Ferry Wharf At Akaroa’
‘Just Over Water’
…a wavering wharf, just over waves – my life most of the time!
‘Atop The Wharf ‘
…parallel lines, oblivious birds…
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.
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!
ebb then flood 