Growing up in Central Queensland, and enjoying long, seemingly endless beach holidays was wonderful. I was very in tune with the tide, with the relationship between king tides, tropical lows, wind and rain direction. At least, I thought it was. Which would have felt just the time.
This year, still living in the same coastal town, but with kids of my own, the school holidays seem short, rushed and difficult. On the last day of my kids’ holiday, friends on Facebook pointed out this page to me. The King tide was tomorrow. Right when my kids start their new school year, and when my eldest began her first day of school, the waters would peak at 4.5 metres.
I thought I’d miss this entirely, but I had my phone, and enough time to stop at exactly the peak of the tide to snap some images from the main steps down to Yeppoon Main Beach.
So here are a few very ordinary photos, a few moments stolen to record something that I once would have lived and breathed. The bodysurfer you see in two of the shots would have been about the same age as me. It seems to me that I have lost something, over the years, that he has not.
Next year, School and work schedules allowing, we’ll all have a day’s holiday on the day of the king tide. I’ll photograph it from peak to trough. I’ll have salt crystals in my hair by the end of the day.