OKAY, SO I
am a bit tardy in my afterthoughts. But we had a foggy night and morning haze, too good to ignore. So while The Spouse was watching her favourite ‘chick-stuff’ I sneaked down town with tripod and camera—
—to where the rugby
idio gentlemen were still doing their big-hairy-mindless-oaf thing under floodlights. Keeps ’em off the streets, I suppose: Mothers of Southland, your daughters are safe in the rugby season (even safer in duck-shooting season—which starts soon here—when they’ll actually be a lot safer on the streets (no way with some of these enthusiasts would I want to be anywhere near a duck) …
the mists lingered, so whilst The Spouse was happily chasing bunnies in her sleep I took up my trusty tripod and was snapping off-white walls of nothing when an apparition apparitted, strolled by, and faded in the distance. She too should have been in bed but obviously felt the need to keep fit, and I managed to catch her on film. Pixels. Thingies.. …
Someone else fills a heartfelt need. This shot came in with an e-mail, sadly I can’t give it a credit. If you read spooky stuff you’ll have tripped over the—
Ouroboros—an ancient symbol for Eternity; the snake swallowing its own tail. I used to irreverently wonder whether if she persisted to the inevitable ultimate … would she give herself indigestion??
time now for brekkie, then to see what the photo challenge of the week is this time ….