Iron Sands

WP_000514We went to the beach today and it provided me with the perfect inspiration for this blog post.

The iron sand of the west coast of New Zealand is something I love and often admire. I know lots of people find it ‘dark’ and ‘dull’, and it’s true, you can totally burn your feet on it in the middle of summer.

Some people from countries where there is no black sand think it’s ugly – and sure, on a cloudy day it can seem all a bit bleak, but to me that is part of it’s beauty. It’s wild and windy down there sometimes, but there is nothing like a brisk walk by the sea to whip away the negative emotions, strip back the unimportant things and make you feel alive.

WP_000518WP_000521To the right is a photo of the sky, taken on wet sand – you can see the clouds, the sun peeking through a gap in those clouds.ย I love the way that this sand relfects things, you can get really true colours, mirror-like representations. I just wish I had a decent camera so I could displayย it better for you. That said, I’m not sure a photo could ever capture the essence of a west coast beach.

I snapped this one on the left too, because these rocks make me think of Jupiter, and that’s pretty awesome ๐Ÿ™‚

What kind of sand do you have? I’ve been to yellow sand beaches, but I just haven’t fallen for them in the same way as other people. I’ll always have a fondness for black sand.


8 thoughts on “Iron Sands”

  1. Are you a rock-hound? My husband and I pick up a pretty or interesting rock from every place we go that we enjoyed. We are constantly handing each other little rocks (sometimes from landscaping rocks outside a building)

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