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| Low tide at Cronulla (a Sydney suburb) ocean pool |
Ocean tides: they do exactly as they please and we can only watch.
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.
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| After the cyclone. |
Rogue waves stripped away sand and exposed what had been buried underneath 24 years earlier.
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.
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| Old car bodies trying to upholster the beaches |
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| A beached steering wheel |
Subsequent cyclones reclaimed more of Byron Bay's beaches, and home owners within reach of these waves shored up their slopes with straw.
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| 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.
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| More sticks |
And, as cyclones continued to huff and puff and blow their beaches down, Byron Bay tried harmony and love...
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| Carvings into the rock face along Byron Bay's beach front |
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| Another carving on a rock topped with sand |
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| Putting a good face on it |
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