Photo of the Day, Sept 12

So, you know how, when helpful people find something lost in the street (usually single gloves, baby toys, the occasional ring of keys…), they set it in a highly visible spot nearby in case the owner comes back? This was beside the running path this morning....

Amurricun Girl in Ireland, First Wishlist Edition

For the sake of argument and time, I’m going to say: You can buy anything you want in Ireland these days. So, okay, that’s not really true; the rest of this post is about how it isn’t true, and there are probably going to be a few future posts...

Photo of the Day, Sept 10

The Martello Tower, now a museum, where James Joyce lived for a week before being shot at by his host. Ah, those cheeky lads. The tower (and shooter) gave us the opening to “Ulysses”.

Photo of the Day, Sept 8

Whenever anyone asks if I mind all the fog in Ireland, I assume they’re thinking of London. But then, London isn’t really foggy anymore, either… Anyway. This is some morning fog coming in from the Wicklow hills. Very pretty.

Photo of the Day, Sept 7

Spied this little fox through a shop window and persuaded Himself to buy him for me. Rescued him from the hounds. Literally. It’s a dog toy. There was absolutely no Guinness involved. I was just smitten by a dog toy.

Photo of the Day, Sept 6

A little carnival atmosphere on the pier. There are reports that several children, having worked up sufficient centrifugal force with their horses and teacup wheels, were launched into the harbor. All were fished out unharmed. * *joke courtesy of Himself