Topic: People - Gibbs' Fishing Point
The narrow fishing ledge proper is situated partway down the west facing cliff of Gibbs’ Fishing Point. Gull Rock lies just offshore.
1 December 2003
This was the first time I had accessed the actual fishing ledge. I found it to be a scary place to get down to. At the bottom I came across two fishermen I had seen earlier. The smaller youth was Ashley MacKenzie while the topless, slightly sunburnt older man was Paul Hagenson. They were getting bites but hadn’t caught anything. One had had his line snapped by a large fish.
3 December 2003
The view from the Brothers Overlook is particularly splendid looking south. Today, though there was no wind, a big swell was running. I saw two fishermen on the Gibbs’ Fishing Point, down on the ledge. I assumed that they could have been the same two I saw on the 1st December. They gave much needed scale to the cliffs and waves.
28 March 2004
I had particularly wanted to photograph the MacKenzies’ memorial rock atop the Gibbs’ Fishing Point that looks north along the Four Brothers Beach. The memorial was dedicated to Charles Alister MacKenzie, born 12.7.1923, died 2.10.2003. He was George MacKenzie’s brother.
11 December 2005
The weather was monsoon-like. Boiling hot, humid with big cloud, big thunder, big lightning and big, big rain. I set up near the MacKenzies memorial rock and waited as a wall of water marched towards me. Because the sea was flat calm, the rain’s advance could clearly be seen on the sea’s surface. The coastline behind the rain wall was completely blocked out; such was the rain’s intensity.
The first large raindrops hit just as I fired off my final shot. I then ran into the grass and crouched down with the umbrella up. The rain torrented down. I looked across the paddock at the sheep. They were hunkered down as well, but were obviously more used to it than I was. My backpack was wet. My camera was in my lap, covered with my trusty plastic supermarket shopping bag.
As the rain intensified, thunder ripped across the sky. I was acutely aware of my umbrella’s pointed metal tip. I didn’t want to be a lightning conductor and had taken a stupid risk in such conditions. I slunk behind the MacKenzies memorial rock and while scrunched up beneath my umbrella, wondered whether I would end up similarly deceased. Then, the rain stopped as suddenly as it had started. The rainstorm growled south down the coast. My slacks were sodden as were my backpack and tripod. I had one frame left on my roll of film. No great light was going to occur and another wall of water was tracking on the same path as the one that had just soaked me through.
I headed back towards my car, changed into a dry pair of slacks, had a final mug of tea and headed home at around 5 pm.
31 January 2006
This was the second day of the film shoot by Sticky Pictures for the Te Papa Museum’s upcoming Earth, Wind and Fire exhibition due to open on 1 April of this year.
Today the weather was clouded over. This was disappointing as filming was planned to be done via a helicopter. Such is life! Of course it didn’t help that they wanted to film me on a motor cycle. I had foolishly let slip that I had ridden motorbikes back in the 1960’s. The MacKenzies lent me a trail motorcycle. I promptly lost control and fell off. The bike fell on my left leg and ankle, leaving it badly bruised. However, as the show had to go on, I contained my pain and hobbled down the paddock towards Gibbs’ Fishing Point.
While there, I photographed Tony Parkinson with his sound thingy on the cliff top. I also photographed the helicopter with the Wall in the background. This was for scale purposes. We had all hoped for some good waves to sploosh up the cliff face, but the wave action was virtually zero. Murphy’s Law! Mark also photographed me down near the Wall. I was wearing my mandatory ‘funny hat’. Apparently my funny hat was the main reason why me and my Tongaporutu project was chosen to be showcased, along with five others for the short film.
Later on up in the helicopter, while taking photos, it was a constant battle not to throw up thanks to the pain and shock of my ankle injury. (This subsequently took six weeks to heal. I was lucky that I hadn’t broken it).
15 July 2007
While on the Four Brothers Beach down near Pinocchio, I spotted two fishermen atop the Gibbs’ Fishing Point. I photographed them with a clear Mt Egmont in the background. Though small in the photo, they gave scale. This is important as particularly virulent storms often produce wave plumes that overtop the cliffs here.
20 April 2008
Down on the fishing ledge, I came across two young guys fishing. We all said “Hi” to each other. They had caught four gurnard and a snapper. There was also a fresh sprat bouncing around on the cliff edge. Shortly afterwards they chucked this back.