Balbriggan photowalk

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My head is killing me, my throat feels like the Rub’ al Khali, and my gut aches like someone kicked it all night. And I am due at work in two hours. Happy joy feelings suffuse me!

Sinead Balbriggan tunnel Balbriggan harbour Random Boardies Boardie, name forgotten Al Ryan, Darren, and Julie Ryan

Back to the weekend.

The Botanic Gardens in Glasnevin are a truly magnificent sight for fingers green or pink; all I could think as I walked through the gardens was how much my dad would have loved them. I photographed the flowers inside one hothouse, and then put my camera away so I could just sit and enjoy it.

There was one room which focused on flora of the Americas. I will swear to my dying day that it smelled just like San Diego-like petrichor, summer, rain, the desert, and lush foothills of the city.

We baited the squirrel of Glasnevin afterward, and pitted one against the other in vicious gladiatorial combat for tea biscuits, sciuridae-a-sciuridae.

I was able to take a few angle shots through Ryan’s loaned 10-20mm Canon lens, but they ended up corrupt. Likely I turned the camera off at the wrong moment.

Gardens Garens Gardens Flower Flower Flower

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