A river’s mouth and the beach it breaches – or only sometimes manages to breach – can be very dynamic places.
From one visit to another, they may display utterly different “faces” to an occasional visitor.
Anyone familiar with the mouth of the not-so-mighty Murray, adjacent to the Coorong, knows that even a river mouth’s “precise” location can be a highly-movable feast…or famine.
This is also true of many much more “modest” rivers, such as the Warren.
On the winter morning of 16 August, this particular meeting of river and ocean underwent many changes in mood, even within a single half-hour.
This post’s photos were all taken within a span of less than eight minutes and their vantage points were no more than several footsteps distant from each other.
In each case my camera looked roughly southeast, as I stood almost-adjacent to the northern side of the Warren’s gushing mouth.
The featured image was taken with a long (400 mm) lens, and its focal point was on the far side of the river mouth.
So strong was the river’s flow that the ocean shore’s waters were tannin-stained for as far as my naked eyes (and my telephoto lens) could see.
The photos below involved a much shorter lens.
They provide a much wider, more “panoramic” field of view.
