|Low tide at Cronulla (a Sydney suburb) ocean pool|
Sometimes ocean tides appear to do our bidding. Here is my photo of a tide keeping itself nice, being at a low ebb with waves lapping a respectful distance from the shore.
The photo below shows the same pool but the tide is in and waves are making a frenzied takeover bid.
But - mostly - waves lose momentum at the next low tide, and peace is declared.
|High tide at same pool while it gets a thorough rinsing|
To another beach, this one being Byron Bay, a seaside town in the far-north eastern corner of NSW, 772 kilometres north of Sydney and 165 kilometres south of Brisbane.
These photos were taken in 1996, after a cyclone tore away sections of beach.
|After the cyclone.|
And it was not a trunk full of gold bars or a lost city.
In an attempt to slow erosion of the escarpment in 1972, old car bodies had been buried under the sand. The cyclone uncovered a demolition derby rusted to a halt.
|Old car bodies trying to upholster the beaches|
|A beached steering wheel|
|Bundles of straw protecting a beachside home from rogue tides|
|And if this is starting to sound like the story of the three little
pigs, one of whom built his house of straw, the second of sticks...here are the sticks. |
And, as cyclones continued to huff and puff and blow their beaches down, Byron Bay tried harmony and love...
|Carvings into the rock face along Byron Bay's beach front|
|Another carving on a rock topped with sand|
|Putting a good face on it|