“Which one is better?” I called out to Delilah, having already flung my bag and cardigan to the ground. “This one here, or that one over there? And do we get the mosaic in the shot?”
The two of us were at Western Park in Ponsonby on a brisk August evening. Hours earlier we’d parked at very nearly the same spot, walked all the way up Karangahape Road and shopped at all the sex toy shops, visited a sex cinema and a cruise club, had some dinner and taken some fantastic Scavenger Hunt photos (one of which is yet to come). Now, pretty much knackered, these lamps simply begged to be used. What was one more stop before we dropped?
“The lamp on the left, I think.” Delilah decided. “No, my left! I can’t get the mosaic but I can get the Sky Tower behind you.” That worked for me, and I posed prettily, waiting for random pedestrians to wander past, and wondering how we’d time it with the Ponsonby Road traffic driving by. We were relatively near an intersection – quite near where the bleachers had been for watching the Pride parade actually – so perhaps when the lights were right?
I watched the traffic while Delilah kept her hand on the button. “Nearly … nearly … now!” I lifted my top and flashed while the camera did the same.
“Got it!” she crowed. We grinned and hugged, then peered at the camera display. “It looks good, I think. There’s tits, anyway.”
Really, what else do you want? Yeah, it’s blurry, as I discovered later, but we were pretty blurry too at that point – and we were having a blast. And doesn’t the Sky Tower truly look terrific!
Come visit again soon, lovely Delilah