Balnarring Beach Cape Schanck for Water H2O Thursday

 

We miscalculated the tide.
Balnarring Beach, which we had imagined brimful and reflective, met us instead in retreat, the sea drawn back into itself, exposing long bands of wet sand and the quiet ribs of the shore. The pylons we came to photograph at high tide stood more naked than expected, their purpose momentarily suspended between water and air.

In the distance is Joel. As always, he has rushed ahead, pulled forward by instinct or impatience, it is hard to say. Seen from afar, his figure becomes a measure rather than a subject, offering scale to the frame and reminding the eye how wide this coast really is. Against the vastness of the beach, a single human presence sharpens the sense of space and time.

Balnarring Beach has long been shaped by such rhythms of advance and withdrawal. For thousands of years, the Bunurong people knew this shoreline intimately, reading tides, winds, and seasons as living knowledge rather than variables to be checked. Later, European settlers arrived along Western Port’s fringes, drawn by fishing, grazing, and the promise of a gentler bay. The weathered pylons and scattered maritime remnants along this coast speak quietly of those eras: utilitarian structures built to serve trade, boats, and labour, now repurposed by photographers and walkers as anchors for memory.

Low tide reveals what is usually hidden. It flattens the drama but deepens the story, exposing textures, scars, and distances that high water conceals. Standing there, camera in hand, with Joel already ahead and the sea momentarily absent, the scene becomes less about the image we planned and more about the place asserting itself—patient, indifferent, and enduring, waiting for the tide to return.

Sony A7RV

FE 20-70mm f4 G

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