The Irish weather…
…is quirky. The day started gloriously, warm and sunny with nary a cloud to be seen. By 9am a low, dull overcast came winging in on a chill north wind. There were spatters of rain and people could be seen going to work in gloves, scarves, hats and greatcoats. And this gelid state lasted until about half an hour before I got off work, at which point the cloud broke in the blink of an eye, the wind shifted to a warmer west breeze and things warmed considerably. And the light changed as well. There’s no real way to put it into words except to say that when the light is just so, it is pretty much impossible to take a bad photo. After a brief debate with myself, I decided to put off the gym until tomorrow, when we’d probably have snow drifts anyways and make the most of the light.
I ran home, grabbed my gear, made my evening salutations to Jenny, Gabi, Mariah and Michelle - gods above, most geeks with my hobbies would trade their firstborn for women in their lives. At times, I would trade mine for less. Uhm, that was directed at those of my friends who didn’t read that.
I’m moving on now, before I find my heart ripped from my chest and held before my dying eyes by an aggravated woman.
I think every tourist with a camera had the same idea, as all of the locals seem to have retreated to pubs and the streets given over to roving packs of camera-wielding tourists. I amused myself in Eyre Square by annoying all the tourists with their dinky little cameras by plopping down my tripod, putting A Big And Expensive Camera on top of it and fussing over it for five minutes before I took a photo. One photo.
I had a wander down the town after that, down Shop Street, up and then down the canals, up through Claddagh, down around the Claddagh Basin where I snapped some swans and then home.
Photos to follow from all of this. The photos are here:
