Every week another challenge. Yay! And on with it: trio. Trio?
“Three times,” a rummy old breath murmurs into my ear (The Sage—I thought he’d long since reincarnated somewhere …) “will confirm any issue. Hic!”
Yeah, right. Where were we? Oh yes, trio. According to Mac’s dictionary (screen-shotted above) trio means three of. Oh goody. Here, have yourself a nice mythological doggy—
I use this cute wee fellow in the office of a logo, or caveat, or wake-up call, or simply to add class to a boring post—feed three times a day and never turn your back; free to a good home.
A WEE BIT OF
judicious tweaking (snip snip) and I reduced a small group of enthusiastic smurfs (smurves?) to a trio.
Trio is legal in the challenge so here you are; they were part of the assembling Christmas Parade that I stumbled over when transiting darkest Invercargill en route Queens Park. I was going to shoot the ducks and flowers but these made an easier target.
I like people. Really.
And I really really like them when they’re working pro bono publico and having a great time doing it; and I especially like capturing them with a camera when they’re simply being themselves (most folks are good at that). Look at the smile on Smurfette’s face there—is that catch, or what?
AND ON A GLOOMIER
note, ‘they’ keep changing things in the park. All in the name of progress, economy and common sense but I guess we have to live with it. The park used to be lighted at night with lamp standards mounting three globular balls, but the globalls are gradually being replaced by the new all-singing all-dancing modern LED things—
that I suppose charge themselves during the daylight hours and save someone a fortune doing so (got a solar panel on the top).
I must go back there during the night some time and get some shots of both functioning for comparison purposes; and any other night-shots of opportunity.
So here y’are then, a trio of lighting balls … in the pole above. I have no idea how many LEDs make a lamp …
“Mr Argus, Sir?”
“Yes, little Ollivia?
“Sir … how many Southland electricians does it take to change a light bulb?”
(Oh no. Not this archaic old cliché—)
“Sir … it takes just three!”
“One to grip the bulb whilst the others hold him up by the feet and walk around with him to unscrew it …”
NON LUX MUNDI SUM