The rainbow across the bay drew me to set up tripod, but it was the rhythm of the wave surge backwards and forwards across the intersection of land and water that had me entranced, remote in hand and slow shutter speed to see the completeness of each movement in the symphony.
Ebb and flow, surf smoothed stones clattering against each other, rolling to and fro, sucked by the ocean, surrendering to the power of the tide. Pink evening light drawing pastel tones across the water and the wind reduced to a whisper. Waves rolled in regardless, magnified by the steep shoreline, oblivious to all calls of gentleness in the landscape, Hinemoana clawing her fingers again and again across the skin of Papa.
An absolute awareness that above, all soft and stillness belied the force and energy below. Tangaroa, Kiwa, Hinemoana, Wainui – all aspects of the ocean and it's varying moods, aspects of our own subconscious. Untainted in this remote and protected place.