Two weeks on from the deadly Christchurch earthquake, life – although never to be the same – is starting to resume for many Cantabrians.
Out west, things appear pretty normal. It’s not till you hit suburbs close to the CBD that the sense of devastation begins to take hold.
Take a drive further east and twisted and mangled roads lead you to suburbs that will never be lived in again.
In the central city, shattered glass shop facades expose the strewn innards of peoples’ livelihoods. Coffee cups and wine glasses sit half-drunk on cafe tables.
The warm nor’wester whips up dust clouds as the sound of heavy machinery hums outside mounds of rubble and crushed cars. This is when time stood still.