Seen from a gyrocopter, the lagoon becomes a world of flowing forms. Broad river arms split into many smaller streams. Twisting like a web of ancient roots searching their way through blue shallows and pale sandbanks. With every rise and fall of the tide, the landscape redraws itself. Shifting, softening, carving new paths in silence.

Patches of red bloom across the flats, pigments left by iron-rich sediments glowing gently beneath the surface. From this height, the colours and curves merge into something almost painterly: a living composition shaped by water, time, and the quiet breath of the tides.

This ever-changing rhythm is what defines The Pulse of the Lagoon.