Back in November 1995 my job took me to New Zealand again. While I was exploring the beautiful beach adjacent to the mouth of the Taieri (pron. tie-AIR-ee) River, a little west of Dunedin on the southeastern coast of the South Island during a non-work day, a gravel road that led up to the crest of a hill a short distance from the main road caught my eye because of the speed limit sign that had been positioned there. Oh, but don’t worry—that’s a limit of 100 kilometers (only about 60 miles) per hour, so there’s really no temptation for a reckless motorist to be driving too fast over a blind hill.
On the more serious side, I had visited this beach before and remembered well the wonderful combination of black (volcanic) and golden (shell) sand. The golden sand is heavier, so when a stiff wind blows steadily from one direction (which is common), the lighter black sand is blown over it and miniature dunes form, in two-tone relief, which can result in some strikingly abstract and delightful forms, especially in the wind shadow of an imbedded object, such as an old shell.