The Mount (NZ)
After having this photograph as my computer’s background image for almost three years now, it only seemed fit to begin this journey with the story behind it. The reason you and I are here now giving life to this project.
I’m rushing down the stairs to the beach before the sun sets behind the South Pacific Ocean and the last heartwarming sun rays find their way into my skin. Finally, my aching feet sinking in the smooth, tan colored sand, each one of my toes pressing against it as if not wanting to let go of the feeling. I walk towards the deep blue ocean to the sound and the rhythm of the raging waves crashing before touching the shore. Caught up with the sudden light reflections that show whenever the wave reaches its crest. I’m blissfully unaware of the striking show that is being put up by Mauao right before me. My eyes finally acknowledge its presence and are now locked forever in this moment. An almost unperceivable thin layer of fog settles in the skirts of The Mount, as if trying to carefully embrace it while the sunlight aims directly to the mount’s brimming bush.
I’m blissfully unaware of the striking show that is being put up by Mauao right before me. My eyes finally acknowledge its presence and are now locked forever in this moment.
The tide is urgently rising up to the dunes at the same time the sun is hiding to give way to the night. A surfer in his all black wetsuit carrying his white surfboard on his side slowly emerges out of the solitude of the endless coastline, making his way to Papamoa Beach to catch some waves before the light goes out. The water that reaches the shore perfectly mirrors the scene and I notice the scattered cotton pink clouds that dress up the sky, unapologetically. Within minutes, the sun is gone and almost everything else around me, but the sound of the crashing waves, becomes imperceptible.