Solitude in a big, big world.

Derby jetty at nightfall.

 

It was a magic night for me. The legendary stories of catching a big Barramundi up around here were dancing in my head. So I had been fishing (with no luck) from the jetty before taking this shot.

 

It's in remote north Western Australia. Tropical warmth. Very quiet. Seemingly still, but with a constant powerful tidal flow of water below the jetty. My fishing rod and line was straining against the relentless pull of the tide: if I should fall into the water, I would very quickly be pulled kilometres out into obscurity...

 

I guess the height and length of the jetty should have suggested the massive changes that occur between tides; but I had not experienced anything like that before. I was shocked when I noticed the significant changes in water levels in a very short period of time. Whole oceans were moving big time under my feet. Awesome.

 

I had also never experienced Midges, so I was wearing shorts, with no insect repellant. I understand that Americans call them "noseeums". I didn't see 'em. I didn't feel 'em. But I suffered the aftermath of their hundreds of bites for the next three weeks.

 

All in all, it was a memorable experience that I'm glad to have endured.

Done