Like a forest in decay the old Rapid Bay jetty lingers on and on and on. Year by year planking that once felt footsteps, then seagulls, fall in storms and are washed away. Pylons decay and fall to the ocean floor. Eventually the old jetty will fall completely into the sea but this forest will […]
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Lying on the ocean floor staring up through the pylons of the old Rapid Bay Jetty I am struck by how much life abounds irrespective my being here. The ocean abounds in light, and life and sound and though devoid of the smells of a terrestrial forest the salty taste more than makes up for […]
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Under the ‘Tee’ of the old Rapid Bay Jetty is an old section of broken pylon jutting out from the sand at 45 degrees and every time I dive here there is either a blue throat wrasse or a magpie perch lazying on the top. It seems that this time they were both sharing that […]
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Broken, abandoned; left to crumble over time into the sea below. ‘The Tee’ of the old Rapid Bay Bay Jetty’ no longer holds fishers standing shoulder to shoulder. Where once day picnicers had barbecues and jetty parties now only seabirds sit here to rest before moving on. This place has fond memories for me. My […]
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The bright lights; they sneak around corners, steal our nights, fill the world with their indifferent scrutiny and threaten to expose our deepest secrets. Yet looking up I am reminded of the sun, of its nurturing warmth and the life it brings to the world. This this light I welcoming shining on me in the […]
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