Last weekend in Christchurch I thought I might take some photos of the earthquake damage. There were nineteen shakes in one day. We stayed with friends in Lyttleton, and witnessed piles of rubble, condemned buildings and white crosses on every corner and throughout the little community.
One by one the pubs and cafes are struggling to re-open. The markets are gone but some hardy souls drive coffee carts around delivering caffeine where it is most needed, often for free. In the face of this, I felt voyeuristic taking photos of rippled concrete and damaged brickwork. Instead we went for a walk around the coast on an overcast day and I looked outwards at the boats, birds and beyond.