Small things, and climbing

On Thursday morning I visited Karekare, a west Auckland beach and one of the most beautiful places in the world (and, incidentally, the beach where The Piano was filmed). When I was first introduced to Karekare (sceptical that it could really be the magical wonderland it had been described to me as) I felt I had stepped back in time. I imagined dinosaurs placidly stomping through the lush grass. I felt like the first human on earth. I wanted to pack up our inner city life and move out west immediately. It amazes me every time I return that the beach isn’t swarming with tourists. On a weekday you’ll see only one or two others on the vast stretch of sand.

I love to take photos – am obsessed with taking photos, to be truthful – and this time I concentrated on the small things.

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These photos reminded me of my poem Climbing, written about another west Auckland beach, and published in the 2014 Kiwi Diary. You can read it here: Climbing I K Paterson-Harkness

And on a completely different topic: I recently read God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy. It was as good as I’d hoped – poetic, beautiful, tragic. I wished I’d read it before I went to Nepal earlier this year (since it deals with the cast system, and I would have had a better response to the man on the local bus who told me he was an ‘untouchable’ – and seemed to be waiting for more of a reply than my indifferent shrug), but hey, there’s always a next time.

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