We've had a week of rain, hail, sleet and snow in Christchurch and during that time, I've been more than a little transfixed by the effect its all had on the city. So today, my camera and I went to inspect - long after everyone else has already covered the worst of the elements but there was still plenty to see. In fact, it seemed to be the activity of the day. With a little sunshine, everyone was out walking, eyeing up the still swollen rivers and creeks.
Certainly the river that normally meanders at a gentle pace through Beckenham and Opawa (is it the Heathcote River perhaps?), was still a fast-flowing torrent lapping at the edges of gardens.
The paper-delivery girl stopped in her tracks.
The extensive surface flooding in South Hagley Park giving birth to a tangle of reflections
The black, bare branches looking slighting ominous and animate.
The South Hagley cricket pitch 'rained off.'
The riverside picnic tables stranded in the meddle of fast-flowing floodwater at Beckenham.
Roads closed all around Opawa.
Little Hagley Park in the north - the gaunt trunks of giant trees sleek and shiny with winter wet.
Opawa, where river and street merge
Making the most of extra water at Beckenham
And impossible for me not to refer the earthquakes at some level. Here, a reflective view of the ruins of the Catholic Basilica - always a sad sight.
"in a winter landscape - especially in a wood - there is the same kind of purity that the Greeks saw in the unclad human form..."