NIGHT OWLS TO THE FORE~!
If challenged to define ‘night’ I’d have to opt for all of the temporal substance that fills the gap between dusk and dawn.
Asked to define dusk I’d admit to it being that indefinable period between sunset and early night, but I’d be sweating—
Dawn, though, is easier; she’s the cheery popsie who starts the day (and that’s the end of it). So, back to nighttime … here’s a nice sharp frosting night for all you keen rugby players (admit it, on a night like this you’d have to be keen) (or bloody loopy)—
—or if interested in an out-of focus-world by night shot be warned, you’d be wrong; the shot was perfectly focussed, it’s actually the night that’s all fuzzy …
—and yet, less than an hour later and only a hundred yards away, minding its own business and peacefully passing the night, this—
—fished out and dusted off every year on ANZAC Day, and stuffed to the gunnels with ursine toys on Teddy Bear Picnic days. Lonely, but not as lonely as daytime-busy streets by night—
—but there’s something absolutely magical about the golden glow from these streetlights, especially if you are south of a couple of rums or whiskeys. Staggering on—
—if the rum wins you’ll find yourself well able to look at the above celestial lantern without having to crane your neck (handy stuff, rum).
Stare long enough at The Great White Orb and eventually she will exit stage west as the dawn breaks on from the east. In new Zealand she mostly comes gently but in other climes I can well understand why Kipling used the phrase “… dawn comes up like thunder, out of …” (or is that a clause? Bugger, I should have paid a bit more attention at school). Be that as it may, here’s a dawn-breaker for you—
—you’ve seen it before but I still love it. A huge cattle truck/trailer combo was passing, slowing for the bend at the right. The slower it went the more of it you get to see …
So on this note I’ll go to bed now and dream about the perfect nighttime shot … I wish …
DON’T WAIT UP