One of the first books I remember reading is this – Hans Christian Andersen’s Fairy Tales, illustrated by Jiří Trnka, published by Paul Hamlyn. It had the dark Gothic versions of the fairy stories, and the illustrations are like nothing I’ve ever seen before or since – like something from a deep dark dream.
Today is Wednesday 26 July. I could see the night pull away from the day and suspected a good looking sunrise might be on the way. I was right. Thick bands of pink, grey, and dark blue. A Neopolitan sunrise, Christchurch style.
A dramatic sky over Moorhouse Avenue on Monday night.
We went down to South Brighton. It was dusk, and the light was dimming. It was high tide, and bitterly cold.
Man and dog went to the park to throw the ball and play chase. Woman and child went to walk on the beach to test out their gumboots.
It was empty, just the sea. Then we spotted something coming in on the crest of one of the wintry waves. It was a red balloon.
Where did it come from?
Canterbury and Otago were hit hard by rain. I watched the local creek get higher and higher. This is how it looked on Friday 21 July.
Before the rains came, we went for a walk in the red zone.