Over the weekend I visited Christchurch for the first time since the beginning of 2010 and I took some photographs through the blurry bus windows. We drove through the red zone on a very cold, dreary day. Stopped clocks, toppled steeples, and empty lots smudged my memories of a city I had visited often.
I constantly had flashes of finding treasures at Gertie's vintage, visting COCA, the Art Gallery and High Street Project, drinking coffee at C1 and even almost having epileptic fits at the bright and loud mega Supre (before Dunedin was graced with one.)
I am grateful that I could see and acknowledge what I have only seen through a screen and heard through stories over the past two and a half years - and it still doesn't seem real.