Murawai: A Photography Essay
I visited Murawai on a dark and wild day. I believe it was a Tuesday. A friend was celebrating a birthday. There is no better way to welcome in a new age then with wild salty winds and the smell of bird poo from the gannets who roost here.
The somber and lonely feeling of standing on Murawai Beach.
The wind made for a perfect day for the windsurfers.
Froth bubbles up on the sand making interesting patterns.
Two figures walking into the grey.
Footsteps in the sand.
The gannet colony
One is the loneliest number
Bringing home the kelp
Dinner is served.
Group date
Gannet mates showing some love.