RegularRandom: 5 minutes with sand patterns

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Hervey Bay, RegularRandom, sand patterns

Hervey Bay again, this time the artistry of the sea, creating ripple patterns very different from those at Potato Point. The late afternoon light accentuates the patterns with shadows and casts a glow over the intricate plaiting and weaving of the sand. The only drawback is the thick layer of smoke along the horizon, although it’s probably responsible for the vividness of the light.

This is my contribution to DesleyJane’s weekly RegularRandom challenge. For a spectacular sunrise and links to the way other photographers spend five minutes of their lives have a look here.

 

Diversity

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a educated eye, Potato Point beach, rock patterns, sand patterns, seaweed, shells

Every walk along Potato Point Beach is different, no matter how often I do it. This day, the bush is still showing signs of recent heavy rain and the creek is open to the sea. Neat sandledges have formed and the water is amber-coloured. The sea has left ripples behind, in the sand and under the water.

My eye has been colonised by Paula’s 5-word challenge: I notice sharp hooks I wouldn’t have seen before in one piece of seaweed, which nurses grains of coarse sand. Other seaweed nestles in the tracks of the tide.

I add a word of my own to shape my seeing: simplicity. 

When I reach the rockface at the northern end of the beach, Paula’s challenge is activated again, this time my eye is attuned to branching, in the patterns on the rock-face, and in the shaping of sand.

Shells, pebbles and seaweed bubbles cluster, or lie defiantly alone.

Out at sea, a rare sight except during the Sydney-Hobart yacht race: a sailing boat moving slowly along the horizon line.

Then back to the creek and up through the village to that place I occasionally visit and call home.

The huge and the minuscule

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boulders, Finch's Beach, sand patterns

I bounce along a bit of dirt road towards Finch’s Beach, splashing through mud puddles and hoping I don’t get stuck. I make my way along a track, past the yellow crocodile warning sign, and find a beach unlike any I’ve been on before. It’s not very big, contained by two headlands, one with forest reaching down to a rocky ridge, the other a tumble of big boulders. A huge rock in a pool looks like a sculpture. Other artists have been at work. The whole beach is a maze of sand balls, around crab holes, in a graceful variety of patterns. I’ve seen such patterns before, but not in such profusion, and I know well that such things are the enemies of photographic restraint.

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Sand patterns: Handkerchief Beach

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sand patterns

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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