What is below the surface on closer inspection?
Photos of the myriad of moods of Suva Harbour – a place I never tire of.
I seek it out, and find solace in its company.
Rainbows in the mornings, fishing boats tied together in a line.
High tide, low tide.
Small boats buzzing in and out from fishing, or to tie boats to their moorings.
The drunken sailors at night, gambling in the Chinese restaurant.
Cruise ships, tourists – what do they see? Do they see the Harbour in all it’s glory, the morning mist on the mountains, revealed one by one?
Do they see a vibrant and alive doorway to a city of yesteryear, or a developing nation full of hope and promise of the future, or do they like me see the discarded waste of a populace unaware of the slow choking of turtles ingesting plastic bags in the belief that they are jellyfish?
One morning while photographing a rainbow, I saw a cigarette packet fly into the ocean from the sea wall.
I asked some men if they knew who threw it so carelessly.
I hope he wrote his name on the packet so that he can find it when he gets home, or will he just pick up all the packets that are red and gold from the beach and hope that one of them is his?