Once again from the top......

It's been a while since I wandered our broken city taking photographs - got bored with it.

As I've noted here on previous occasions, there comes a point when I need time out.

But here are a few shots I took a couple of weeks ago when I wandered along the most recently opened section of the Red Zone. As always, I was taken by the materiality of things - the improvised sheets of plywood set against plaster or bricks, the 'shadows' left by demolished buildings, the clusters of ugly heating vents, now exposed for all to see.

I like the brutality of those solid concrete walls that were once shut away down alleys, or blocked from view by other buildings.

There are new words to discover - old words that is, newly revealed.

And the starkness of solo high rise that seems to teeter at odd angles.

There's the endless disarray of demolition sites and the wonder at how rapidly a city can change its face

And there are the chairs.

I've always loved chairs but in the wake of the Christchurch earthquakes, I've come to love them all the more for the unpredictable ways they have presented themselves, all over the city - out of place, out of kilter.... much like many of the city's people really.