Dublin 8 — Dublin’s sunny spell is officially a drought. My plants, whom I have kept alive on our small rooftop through years of cold wet dark, are now dying in the hot dry sun. I fill the heavy, leaky green pla...
Dublin — The intersection of two quiet residential streets is made a roundabout by the anointed one pointing to his sacred heart. Lost tourists looking for Guinness use him as a landmark. As did John Newton, i...
Dublin — Foursquare tells me I’ve been to Grogan’s too much recently. Whereas, in fact, I haven’t been nearly enough. The barflies are harmless, always. Chatty, always. Interesting, sometimes even. “I edit f...
Cycling an oil painting home from An Post.
The drought has ended.
Jesus lives in a patinated gazebo at the intersection of Grey & Reginald streets.
Sunday morning fiddling.
Lily's out pickin' on the roof.
Pints in the sun on South William Street.
Cycling to lunch through Newmarket.
Clear skies & chimneys in the Liberties.