© 2009 Lynsey

075 – Creakfast classic

Cities force growth, and make men talkative and entertaining, but they make them artificial. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

You come roaring down the Ngaranga Gorge road, roll under the rail bridge, around the last corner and, on a good day, there sits Wellington. Kind of frumpy, kind of funky.

To me Wellington has always been like the Emerald City. I can remember coming down when I was at high school – an art field trip – amazingly astoundingly an entire day away from the classroom drek – an entire day looking at art. I ran around the gallery – some random daubings of old farts, 15 minutes max, out the door, ‘checking out galleries downtown’, and into the heart of the city. Bookshops, jewellery shops, art, design, shops – just shops – an entire vibrancy of retail unknown in the provinces. Real learning, real growing. Then back on the bus and back home. The best art was – as ever – out on the streets. And one day, one day, memorable from the high school years.

Always had a soft spot for Wellington.

Manifesto
02. Every day is an opportunity for a new beginning.
08. Every day choose to bring about change.
14. Every day the ordinary can be the extraordinary.

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