Hah! Exasperation! We went to Gemstone Beach at Orepuki today. First real outing since we got that horrible flu (togetherness goes no further than this, I tell you—sitting up in bed barking and honking at each other like seals) but now back on deck and ready to fight
Oh, yes … exasperation … comes in when I try to tell people what the storms do to our beloved beach (one of my ‘things’ is trying to capture my philosophy of Time
on film in pixels) no-one ever believes me, but in the course of snapping some changes today I scored this once-was-a-gate in a field. Over the years the field has dropped out to become beach, but the gate remains. For now—
—and looking at it I recalled a shot I’d taken a year or so back, same place—
—and nary a Photoshop tweak in sight—what you see in both these shots is only a fraction of what I saw. Now project those pebbles (to a depth of what … twenty feet, thirty feet?) along the entire length of Orepuki Beach and we’re dealing with, what? A few hundred thousand, a few millions of tons of rocks shifted? Mother Nature is a powerful bitch, I tell you—certainly she has my respect.
We may go back to the same place often but we never go back to the same beach. Can’t be done …
Above is how we found the ‘hole in the wall house’ today.
Below is how we found it a year or so back—
—those tyre tracks are from the quadbike of some guys prospecting for gold.
On the beach.
It’s rich in gold, but not many can be bothered putting in all the time and effort to get it out. It comes in layers of surface black sand that look for all the world like washed-up oil slick; but by the time you’ve extracted your gold you’d have been better off peeling spuds in a hotel …
And that’s the first time I’ve ever seen any hint of a claim on the beach.
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Sure beats running with scissors …