This is an electricity Sub-Station in Gisborne. Surely, Marcel, despite your comments on previous postings of wall art, you must prefer this to some of the drab and unappealing buildings that are sub-stations in the UK.
The more I see wall paintings all over the place in New Zealand the more I want to photograph them for posterity. I think they are wonderful (and hope they don't put Marcel off enjoying the Blog). See Ashurst Wall Paintings.
Ashurst is a small town on the Western side of the Manawatu Gorge. The attached wall paintings are on the buildings used for the large sports fields and the viewing platform for the windfarms in the Ranges which the Gorge bisects or separates.
On the North side of the Manawatu Gorge is a town called Woodville. The public library may not be the most splendid of public buildings but I do like their wall decorations.
This building forms part of the complex near Hastings of the RNZSPCA (Royal New Zealand Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals). When I blogged recently about wall paintings SS asked in his comment if there was a tradition of such art in New Zealand. I didn't (and still don't) have a definitive answer to the question but I will keep on searching. There are plenty of them around and this will certainly not be the last this year. I can't recall how many I blogged about during my 2007/2008 stay here.
There are quite a few wall paintings around Napier and Hastings and I showed some in my Blog last visit. Here are two from a liquor store and the dance studio where Fraser and Catriona learn. In New Zealand spirits can olnly be purchased in liquor stores (or public houses and hotels for consumption on the premises) although wine is sold in supermarkets, shops, liquor stores and wineries.
We may be apart but when I look at the sky and remember that we are standing on the same earth, looking at the same moon, somehow you don't seem so far away after all.
Life
Life isn't about dawdling to the grave, arriving safely in an attractive, wrinkle-free body but rather an adventure that ends skidding in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, totally worn out, screaming "Yee-ha. What a ride!!"
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass… It’s about learning to dance in the rain. (With thanks to shabby girl of A Travelling Fish )
Feeling young is fabulous but growing old is a blessing!!! (A comment on this blog by Jaz of Treacy Travels.)
The trick to pushing 70, GB, is to push back -- hard!!! (A comment by Carol aka Canadian Chickadee)
Like a Godwit I migrate. I live in New Zealand during the Southern Hemisphere's Summer and I live in Scotland's Outer Hebrides in the Northern Hemisphere's Summer (See Eagleton Notes). In both places I also live in Blogland which, for me, is as real a life as any other.
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