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.
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.