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Gate to the Giant Sand Dunes – Far North, New Zealand
Comment by josh — April 20, 2007 @ 11:27 pm
Near the northern tip of New Zealand, just off the unsealed road, you find the Giant Sand Dunes. As far as I can tell this is the official name. These are basically… well giant sand dunes at the northern end of Ninety Mile Beach (which is actually 90km beach shhhh).
You can rent a boogie board and go “sandboarding” down the dunes, or you can just walk to the top and get the feeling of exaustion without the fun of being able to sandboard down. Luckily the view is worth the climb.
Comment by josh — April 20, 2007 @ 11:33 pm
After further review, I like the photo I chose for this post, but it doesn’t show the dunes themselves very well. I will add a couple of more photos of the dunes. In the first one you can see a bit of the ocean, which went on forever, or at least to Australia.
Comment by Clara — April 21, 2007 @ 10:29 am
Beautiful! All three photos are beautiful in their simplicity. Isn’t it amazing what one little grain of sand with millions of others can accomplish. So smooth flowing. I love the patterns, the rolling mounds and the light and shadows–and the notion that the patterns are ever-changing.
Comment by josh — April 21, 2007 @ 9:06 pm
Yes, I really like patterns in sand from the wind as well. Looks so natural and untouched.
Comment by Peg Moore — April 30, 2007 @ 4:41 am
Photographically, I love the first photo. So much character. As if it tells a story. But you’re right: something about the dunes themselves–the *sand* itself–with its patterns . . . is . . . I don’t know the word for it. Awesome (in the non-cliche’ sense)? I love your sense of it being “so natural and untouched.” I’m inspired, all these thousands of miles away. XOXOX
Comment by Peg Moore — April 30, 2007 @ 4:49 am
The gate makes me feel like it’s inviting me to something ancient, mysterious, and grand–something never experienced before. By anyone. As if I would be the first. Maybe that’s that “untouched” sense you mentioned. Sort of reminds me of Lucy’s awe when she came out through the wardrobe into Narnia for the first time. A whole unexperienced magical place. OK, so I’m waxing eloquent. Sorry. I should probably have left well enough alone!
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