Which might other times be translated as ‘ever awake’ …
I hoofed off to Winton the other night to investigate a great white. Great white glow in the sky … and scored these.
But first, a shot I shot in the day when passing a wee novelty on the sports field there:
And it being so self-obvious I feel no need to explain. But that was a daytime snap and these are the nighters—
The utterly deserted rugby ground, but floodlit … for God? Who else would need the floodlights? (Other than cranky old dogs growling and prowling with a camera, tripod, and cold paws? No ice there yet but it was freeeeezing!)
Now: that hedge to the left is about ten feet high yet somehow manages to block some of the light. But the locals across the road—
(The road, above. Hedge to our right; locals to our left. My feet out of sight below us, various millions of gods and stars in their heavens waaaay above us.) (Ya gotta set the scene …)
—are very religious.
I’ll explain further down; and now, detail from along the road a bit—
—these Southlanders are nothing if not
(c) long suffering,
(d) very understanding and tolerant where religion is concerned …
… and here in Southland there is only One True Religion and Sport is its name. There are two major
sex (oops) sects; one follows Rugby and the other Netball. I am an atheist so I miss out on a lot …