“That doodah high up on the wall, over there; what is it?”
Image taken in the upstairs munchery of H & J’s department store in Invercargill, located high on the wall and visible from most tables.
If your antiquity embarrasses you, don’t answer …
(b) Now What?
A couple of years back someone in City Hall decided that the ancestral street decorations dragged out every Christmas and left up for months were getting a bit ratty. So despite taxpayer protests they sent a few bods at taxpayer expense—who I imagined were wined and dined lavishly—to China, and after running up a few bills came home with a bunch of lights …
… that didn’t perform. I think it was something to do with safety standards and stuff. But after the rehash, eventually we ended up with these—
So let me add to their charms—they are electric! Yes, indeedy, they can be illuminated and switched on at night. So?
So way down here in the southernmost city in NZ, and for all I know possibly the southernmost (or next in line) city in the world … it don’t get dark at this time of the year until about eleven o’clock at night (sun sets earlier, true, but we have looong twilights).
(a) welcome to the only city in the world that prides itself on its taxpayer funded (tah daaah~!) invisible decorations. Boom boom! Are we unique, or what? And—
(b) when they are lit up at night to illuminate the festive world—who the hell (other than street-cleaners, stray dogs, and a few die-hard revellers) is ever going to see their glory?
ol’ God got it right. His star-spangled blue dome and illuminations seem to function well. Here above, have thee a nice superdupermoon taken with my second camera (and Big G’s deco works both as decoration and lamp).
we should send all the councillors off to church. They may listen to the paid vulture (never do to their reluctant gunpoint funders) and you never know, there may be a miracle and they’d start actually thinking …
… but don’t hold your breath …