A Myriad of Reflections
A Wavering of Shadows
Observations of Life in New Zealand (and sometimes beyond) through art, architecture, photography, travel, tourism, design, food, the quirky, the bizarre, the comedic - a few of the things I am passionate about. This is my world - a world of contemplations, observations and small adventures.
I arrived on the Avon River bank here in Christchurch, at just the right moment last weekend. The rain was just beginning to fall and as I debated whether or not to leave my camera behind, this group of visitors came gliding along the river, complete with umbrellas. No shelter for the punter but the passengers seemed happy enough.
This has been a week of photographic posts - as opposed to anything wordy and more interesting. I blame the sore leg. I can't walk for long periods and I can't sit for long periods; hence I have resorted to the 'quick-fix' approach to blogging. Nonetheless, I hope some of you will find my photos a little pleasing. This one was taken at Christchurch Arts Centre - SOFA Art Gallery - last weekend and continues my preoccupation with architectural forms and art gallery signs.
No trip to Christchurch Arts Centre is complete without a batch of photographs and no batch of photographs is complete without me playing about with at least one of them. I took these black and white shots last weekend, my attention caught by the interplay of shadows and architeture. I started playing around with colour additions and although I don't normally favour bright orange, I quite like the graduated drama it creates here.
One Black and Pearl Irridescent Apricot 1955 Chevrolet - Spotted in Los Angeles, California. These images sent to me by my 'official' Los Angeles Car Spotter, my brother, Murray B Macy, who resides there. He caught up with the owner of this '55 Chevvy - a one armed man known as Lefty, hence licence plate - just across the road from his office.
Following on from yesterday's post (below) about Wood's Mill in Addington, I thought I'd say again how much I love corrugated iron as a building material - and, as it turns out, as something of an art material.
I took these photographs of graffiti on the old, corrugated iron grain and storage sheds that sit beside the railway lines. I love the way the iron has aged, rusted and buckled and how the applied paint has settled into the grooves to create unexpected textures and dimensions. I spend hours in places like this, photographing the random markings of phantom graffiti artists.....and what is it about the connection between railways and graffiti? I've noticed that that's an international partnership. The two just seem to go hand-in-hand.
It’s true that throughout New Zealand many fine old buildings have been demolished, that much of our architectural history (short as it may be) has been obliterated. That said, many fine examples remain excellent condition and many more are being restored. One set of Christchurch buildings that always stand out for me – for a number of reasons – is Wood’s Mill in Addington. Ever since I came to Christchurch (almost 20 years ago), I have been intrigued by it and I’ve watched a number of attempts to give it new life falter miserably. The main complex (above) was designed by Christchurch architect J.C. Maddison (1850-1923) and was officially opened in 1891. William Densley Wood had founded Wood Brothers Limited, Mills & Grain Merchants back in 1856 and the above structure was a follow-on from his original mill in Riccarton.
In 1891 the flour mill was powered by steam, lit by electricity and serviced by the railway line it sits beside. Architects Sidney and Alfred Luttrell were commissioned to design a major extension in 1913 – the tall, brick grain silo (pictured below); and storage buildings (also below) were added in 1924. By 1936, Wood’s Mill had the largest output of flour in the South Island – 33 sacks per hour. Wood Brothers sold the mill in 1970 after four generations of the family had contributed 114 years of history to the city.
Since then, it has been through a number of ownerships, all of them starting off with grand restoration schemes that have, for the most part, faltered. The complex – or parts of it - has been used as a gymnasium, an exhibition space, a home to small businesses, a bakery and a theatre company. There was also a plan, in 1989, to convert it into a film and television production village for the South Island (which never got off the ground); and there have been at least three attempts to converts parts of the complex into apartments. One or two of these have succeeded in part. Four apartments were created initially and in 1993 another owner added another ten apartments. I’m not sure if these are occupied or not. When I drove by to take these photographs last week the place looked empty and abandoned. Certainly, if there is anyone living there they are keeping a low profile. Oh to have the money to do something spectacular with a handsome set of structures like these.
New accommodation continues to spring up in Queenstown like mushrooms on a damp day. One of the highlights I discovered on last year's Frommers New Zealand research trip, was The Rees Hotel & Luxury Apartments, that sits on Frankton Road, with spectacular views over Lake Wakatipu to the Remarkables mountain range. It is a spot so quintessentially Queenstown that you'd be silly to miss it. The suites and apartments are modern and roomy and every one of them has that same memorable view. I always play down views as a travel guide writer. It's my belief that most tourists are out exploring all day and by the time they get back to their rooms, it's usually dark and they can't appreciate the view anyway. I ate my words at The Rees. It's one stay where the view really counts! www.therees.co.nz
Christchurch's French Market started life in an obscure, hard-to-find location in SOL Square. In what I can only assume to be a bid for higher visibility, it has shifted to Poplar Lane and you'd have to be blind to miss the proliferation of red, blue and white signs that point the way. It's a good thing the signs are there, because again, they have opted for the most out-of-way part of the laneways - perhaps it's more sheltered there?
I've visited this market several times over the last year and I must say that I always come away disappointed. Apart from a few crusty sticks of bread, there's little that I can find that is genuinely French. Herbs grow anywhere; imported scarves (not French) can be purchased from a shop; whitebait is much more iconically Kiwi than it is French; and we can all make our own muffins, or buy them at any cafe. In its old location there were at least French macroons and French antiques. I wonder what happened to them? I think it's all a bit of a missed opportunity really.