I wound up coming home from work sick and going to bed. I managed to scrunch up into a ball in the corner, with my head at some queer angle, so now I get horrible shooting pains if I move my head. Awesome.

My head is killing me, my throat feels like the Rub’ al Khali and my gut aches like someone has been kicking it all night. And I get to go to work in two hours. Happy joy feelings suffuse me!

Back to the weekend. The Botanic Gardens in Glasnevin are truly beautfiul, all I could think was that dad would have loved them. Never mind photography, I took a bunch of shots in one glasshouse and then pretty much put the camera away as I was enjoying the smells and textures too much. There was one room with flowers and trees of the Americas and I will swear to my dying day that it smelled just like San Diego. We went baiting squirrels as well, although the only big lens I currently have is the 70-300mm for the Minolta and (so I thought) I had no film on me, feh. Trust me to find two rolls in my bag after I got to the hostel. I had a few wide angle shots as I was borrowing Ryan’s 10-20, but they wound up corrupted for some reason.

But yeah, lots of wonderful flower photos. I think flowers are awesome as they seem so simple to start with, but the closer you get the more intricate they before.