Seeking Solace in the Sea and Sky

I have been putting off posting this series for very strange reasons. Perhaps the strangest of these, for any who know me, is that I am out of words for it. I couldn’t originally figure out why. Words are things that abound in my head, and they flow from me remarkably freely. Perhaps too freely sometimes.

So why the block on this work? And then I realised. This is a work that springs from the moments in between the turbulence. When I am just sinking in to one breath and out of another, letting slip all of the myriad complications I like to add to my life, and indeed, to my art.

I wrote a poem, during the making of this series – a lovely, short, and bracing holiday at Black Head on the New South Wales Coast, where I singularly managed to fail in dragging myself out of bed so I could photograph the most amazing light show out to sea you could imagine. It is a failing of mine, that when it comes to early, late, or generally unfriendly hours, I am lazy photographer. What I did capture, though, was what I sought to, and how often does that happen? The weather, the wind, the rain and the eternal movement and complementary stillness of the ocean and the sky.

Time and simplicity.

Here is the poem, the images and the quiet expression of how it felt as I was:

 

Seeking Solace in the Sea and Sky

For there is solace in the sea and sky

 

when in the moments flicker

shadows

blending one into the other at

the limit of my sight

So water becomes air and

wind rolls in

toward the land.

 

The rain on my face

and the salt

down my throat

as I breath

the waves in time.

 

It is as if peace were a moving

changing wisp

which summoned with the tide

would only stay but such a short

and insubstantial

time

then sweep itself far

out of reach again

 

grasping and catching

releasing

and waiting once more

 

the wash with the water

swirls

the sky mists over

and the grey

envelops

 

my skin is tingling numb

as I am both lost

or found

Whole, yet

missing the intangible

 

as I seek the still perfection

of the line between.

 

I strive for the Horizon.

 

Horizon_016

Horizon #1

Threatening

Threatening

Boomerang_014

Boomerang Beach #1

Boomerang_002

Boomerang Beach #2

Manning Point_004

Manning Swell #1

Red Tide Beings 2

Red Tide Begins #1

Red Tide Begins

Red Tide Begins#2

Red Tide 1

Red Tide#1

Red Tide 3

Red Swell #1

Sunset

Sunset at Blackhead #1

Crowdy Head

Crowdy Head

In the Rain

In the Rain

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