SPECIAL ILLUSTRATED EDITION

Apr 07, 2006 05:41

Cursory perusal of the ratemyteacher.ie database unearthed many dormant memories, mostly pertaining to Máistir Mac Gearailt and his often tautological and occasionally bilingual catchphrases ("okay, ceart go leor", "Mar sin agus dá bhrí sin") along with the startling revelation that Carmel Ní Chaomhanaigh, that insufferable harridan, has been promoted to principal.

Anyway, on with the exhibition.


This first image was captured on the bridge overlooking the rose garden at the Botanic Gardens (a location of considerable sentimental significance to me) where, a couple of Saturdays back, I was assailed by a merciless onslaught of self-doubt whilst returning from Dalymount Park (lost 1-0 to Drogheda, goal looked offside but had it coming.) So overwhelming was the sensation that it stopped me dead in my tracks for fully half an hour, which I spent staring blankly at the weeping willow drooping lugubriously into the Tolka. I blush to confess that, in emulating the former, I augmented the latter. Not a weekend upon which I shall reflect upon with conspicuous fondness in later years. The discerning eye will have noted that the image displayed is suffused with daylight. My black epiphany occurred closer to 11pm the previous night, but its digital apprehension was deferred until more sympathetic lighting conditions presented themselves.


Swans in the canal. Hopefully not harbouring the same pestilence as their Caledonian brethren.


This brazen fellow allowed me to stroll right up to him (or her) without batting such eyelids as he (or she) may (or may not) have been fortunate enough (or otherwise) to possess.



Sat awhile beside this bronze effigy of Brendan Behan when my anguish attained to its fastigium. He offered no solace. Prick.



A rainbow surmounting the last surviving remnants of what was once a veritable forest outside my old primary school. In spite of everything, there are always rainbows. Sometimes.



An inadequate visual record of a blissfully idyllic afternoon at Dún Laoghaire harbour. This rusting cannon was trained impotently, did they but know it, upon the various occupants of the Holyhead ferry and a small fishing vessel.
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