Storm at Tangalooma Wrecks
THE sky grows dark behind the rusty hulls, which shield the shore and face tempestuous seas. Overhead the poignant screech of gulls is borne away, lost in the rising breeze. These ships that once pursued a chartered course now tremble with each mighty thunder crash; sad victims of capricious nature’s force, their phantom forms revealed in lightning’s flash. Surrounding all, invincible, the ocean hurls devastating breakers towards shore; currents, winds and tides in constant motion ensure supremacy of ocean law. A rainbow arcs behind the rusty hulls, which shield the shore and face the changing seas. Overhead the gentle cry of gulls is carried on the gentle evening breeze.