Tides pools make me gasp. Little worlds where I can easily spend a whole day, my skin slowly sizzling, completely mesmerised.
“What is it about tide pools?”, I’ve often wondered. Sure, they were my playground for my first seven years, but it’s a lot more than that.
Or is it?
There is something womb-like about them. Little rock crevices and cracks and hidey-holes, often wee creatures; anemones, starfish, barnacles, or tiny shells. Secrets.
Things happen here.
And then there is the water itself.
Ahhh, the water. Inflow and outflow, sudden inrush of unexpected flush and gush and rush; a playful breath that catches and echoes my own. Delight.
Not to mention the colour! Water overlay-saturated ochres and rusts and deep shades of charcoal and purples. And then the most magic colour of all; turquoise. The colour of joy. The colour that sings “Home!”
What is it about tide pools?
Pure and simple.
Narelle Carter-Quinlan at Fig & Agave