I work amidst a constantly changing landscape, one in which buildings are being reduced to piles of rubble and eventually to bare lots awaiting the outcome of insurance & regulatory issues. Every time you look to the north, the leaning tower of Chch (the Hotel Grand Chancellor) looms perilously overhead.
I had some time to kill recently, so I walked the block from NZBS down St Asaph & Colombo Streets, along Moorhouse Ave and back up Madras St. Welcome to my Workplace Neighbourhood Tiki-tour! (some pix - the blue sky ones - were taken on a previous walk a few days earlier). The photo above was taken from St Asaph St, near the Buddle Findlay offices (just before Manchester St). This new office block sits right next to the abandoned premises of McKenzie & Willis, who are still a month away from opening in a new location.
Just past the shiny new Buddle Findlay building you come to Manchester Street. On the left, the former Country Theme store and the empty lot where Beverley Studios used to be; to the right is the Red Zone and utter devastation.
A little further along St Asaph, the former city council offices are visible through the Tuam St carpark.
The next intersection is Colombo Street which until recently was one of the bustling main roads leading into Cathedral Square. For now, this is as far as we can go - beyond this fence is the barren wasteland formerly known as our CBD.
And then... back where I started from: the corner of hope & despair - otherwise known as the High St/Saint Asaph intersection. There are many people with legitimate and urgent reasons who need access inside the Red Zone, and who are becoming increasingly frustrated with the delays & stonewalling. I have friends who ran businesses there, who lived and/or worked in there and all of them are suffering. Many have had their hopes raised then dashed many times over, with promises of access being overturned at the last minute.
There are many Chch residents who also wish to have a look around so they can bid farewell to the city they knew and loved before it is all swept away by a dozer's shovel. As I've stated before, I have no desire to go anywhere that's demonstrably unsafe, and to be honest there is more than enough that is visible through the fences. I have more photos from another part of inner city Shakeytown - but that's another tale for another post.
temporary bowling rink.
Oh well, those of us who still remain here are determined to carry on regardless. One sentiment that hubby and I keep hearing from those around us is that we all just have to keep muddling by, doing the best we can with whatever this stupid universe can throw at us.