The dream of owning the idealized quarter acre section is to some no longer the achievable dream, particularly as the city begins to compress and squeeze habitation vertically. Reclaiming land from the sea has seen shorelines loose its natural forms. Memories of cherished past-times are buried deep in the debris which now host industry and urban development. As part of my thesis this year, I'm exploring the backyards of the industrial zone that backs onto the water or in this case the Mangere Inlet. The once thriving "food bowl" is now stagnant and tarnished and waits to be awaken and renewed from its dormant state.
The journey starts at Onehunga Wharf and continues long the foreshore towards Otahuhu before the trail ends somewhere in the middle of an industrial zone (Southdown Generator).Thanks to Keiti for visiting the site with me on our LONG walk. What I saw did not shock me but rather I was in awe. A new form of industrial urbanism had emerged from the long untamed scrubland into the skyline, which leads to the question - is there room for the rest of us?
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