Bernardine Evaristo in the first episode of the Auckland Writers Festival Winter Series.
A bike ride into town.
Margaret Mahy Playground.
The Christchurch Swing.
Detour pump track, back in action.
New Regent Street.
Mrs Higgins Cookies, open for contactless pre-orders.
The Bridge of Remembrance.
Bollard signs near Te Pae, the convention centre.
Rydges Hotel, fenced off.
I saw this tweet:
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I thought I would do a Sunday job of rejigging the bookshelves in my bedroom. But I didn’t, just dusted them a bit and took photos of them.
If you remember the 1980s, you’ll remember how the threat of nuclear war was as scary as hell.
There was an educational segment in the local newspaper on what would happen if Invercargill was nuked (its risk was as a food production area) and I did a bunch of computer calculations on the half life of various radioactive materials for school.
I read about Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Was fascinated by radiation. Watched The Day After, the American blockbuster (I remember seeing a horse’s skeleton lit up at the moment of the blast). I read The Greenpeace Book of the Nuclear Age. Don’t forget the plutonium fuelled Edge of Darkness with Bob Peck.
When the wind blows by Raymond Briggs broke my heart as an old couple endured nuclear war.
Threads came out in 1984. It was a BBC programme that showed nuclear war, and the leadup to and its effect on Sheffield, England.
1980s – I remember the sheer horror of it.
1990s – at Otago University they had an AV room, and I rewatched I Claudius. And Threads.
2000s – after meeting my bloke, we went on a dystopian movie bender. Day of the Triffids. The Stand. Survivors. And Threads – Alice in Videoland has it.
2010s – S. was watching it a couple of nights ago. I sat and watched. Had forgotten how skilfully it blended the banal everyday, with the menace of imminent war in the background – on the news on tv, on the radio, in the newspapers. Then the speed at which everything unravels, and war comes, B52s fly off, and the government and authorities go to the bunkers. I watched the bomb go off, the dad is on the loo with his pants around his ankles. Nana is being escorted down the stairs into the cellar. A woman on the street turns this way and that, puts her hand to her head. Another woman in the street stands there and the camera pans down to her feet and a pool of urine floods out across the concrete.
I stop there.
One of my favourite things to take photos of this year has been cranes and the sky. The variation comes from the background and the sky, the cranes are always cranes, though sometimes they dip their heads in conversation to one another.
And another thing we enjoy are markets. This is one of Anissa Victoria’s Vintage Market at the Commons, formerly the Pallet Pavilion, formerly the Crowne Plaza, formerly the Park Royal …
This is by Jacob Yikes on Manchester Street, an upcoming Mexican restaurant.
Wongi finished his piece on the side of the new Corianders in St Asaph Street.
The Wizard, not in.
Romanesque ruins in Armagh Street.
Tuam Street, no.
Christmas in town and the Re:START
Cosmic Corner unicorn.
The Canterbury Museum
One of our happy places. There is a great exhibition on currently called Selling the dream – classic New Zealand tourism posters.
The dolls house.
The chandelier in the Costume Gallery.
A holiday in Bishopdale
You get used to your own neighbourhood, it is a holiday to be somewhere different.
Dove second hand books.
The Life of Pi, lenticular styles.
Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year.
More December photos.