this time is simply ‘wall’. I like that, you can have a lot of fun with a wall. Walls.
as we know can be used to demarcate boundaries, and they are quite useful sometimes for holding things up. (If you don’t believe me just try putting up a roof with no walls, and staying snug afterwards.)
walls must be secure to be entirely legal and compliant with current Law which varies according to season, whim of the incumbent powers and/or even astrological sign in ascendant. Thus in New Zealand’s southernmost ‘city’* we have buildings that have stood for well over a century, entirely legally, but which cannot now be used ‘cos they are ‘earthquake prone’.
Such a one I visit often can never do cameric justice to. It’s a lovely thing (in a brickey sort of a way) so in my ‘wall’ entry (see below) I’m showing just a wee bit of it. It’s a wally bit that holds up the rest, so my entry is valid.
There’s walls on all sides, actually, and even with windows; very hard to beat for wallness.
—are those WALLs, or what? Boom boom~! Sadly they’re now officially “earthquake prone” so although it’s one of our few tourist attractions, all you may do is hoof around the base and take snaps.
AND JUST IN CASE
you haven’t seen enough, here ’tis again. Look and learn—this is what a genuine earthquake-prone building looks like. (Why this building should be any more prone to earthquakes than the rest of Invercargill eludes me, but our gods here move in mysterious ways) (one of our other attractions, an art gallery would you believe, is likewise prone to quakes; and thus off-limits). Here it is again (the Water Tower) seen from one of the approaches—
AND TO CLOSE, I OFFER
a shot of a wee wall in Queens Park. This one hasn’t been officially declared ‘earthquake prone’ ‘cos no-one can enter it, live in it, or be otherwise killed by it. I think … all too technical for me—
—but I may have it sussed: the definition of ‘earthquake prone’ seems to be entirely dependent on if you can be hurt in the unlikely event of an earthquake (history or track record doesn’t come into it.) Like I said it’s all too complicated for me—but ain’t that just a bonny wee wall?
* Don’t knock it—in Invercargill we have the worlds southernmost Starbucks, and some of our legislators can even tie their own shoelaces and wave bye-bye …