We haven’t road tripped in ages. So I’ll just keep dredging up these East Cape ones.
More from the expired film archives shot last summer on a road trip to the East Cape.
It's the Winter Solstice in the Southern Hemisphere today, which means about 9 hours of daylight in Wellington. Pretty dismal. But the depressing effect of winter is offset by that fact that every day for the next 6 months will move closer to summer. When the Summer Solstice comes I will feel just the opposite. I will be enjoying the long days but will find myself suddenly sad, aware that the best moment has just passed and there is only the dwindling of heat to now look forward to. It's hard to know which emotion is preferable — happiness punctuated by an awareness that it will end, or sadness moderated by the feeling that things can only improve. I suppose regardless of the season, most of life is lived in this way.
But what does this photo of The East Cape have to do with anything? Not very much, except that it was taken late last year when the days were very long and I was already feeling somber about their inevitable end.
I have a fascination with decaying outdoor pools. It may stem from a childhood in the Southern California suburbs. Pools were everywhere — the neighbors had one, my high school had one, there were several public ones — they were everywhere except in my backyard. My family never had one. But then just as I was getting ready to leave home for college, we moved to a new house with a massive pool. It seemed a cruel change of circumstances in which my family's good fortune stood as a mockery of my own desire.
In college, I swam at the pool designed for the 1984 Olympic diving competition, and the pool famously featured in Cacoon and that episode of Buffy where the entire Sunnydale swim team turns into reptiles. These were beautiful pools and should have cured me of any pool deficiency I'd suffered as a child. But no.
I came across the above pool while driving around the East Cape in New Zealand. There aren't a lot of outdoor pools in New Zealand, and this one, sitting at the edge of Lake Whakamarino, is particularly beautiful in its decay. It may not even have been a swimming pool, more like a wading pool. Or perhaps Victorian Kiwis were just really small people?
I spent some time driving around the east cape over the holidays. The best part was by far this trail in Urewera. It was an easy out and back but it snaked through and around many beautiful caves. Caves that felt like they hadn't been touched perhaps ever, with fantastic views of the surrounding bays.