Politics

After delivering something to my wife and having a cup of coffee with her and Geraldine (who is a publisher and was able to talk a bit about ebooks, as I'm intending to republish my last collection in this format) I drove out to the docks again, pausing to take too many shots of the canal with its cargo of heavy charcoal raincloud. As the rain arrived, I stopped to photograph the lampposts on Sandymount, each wearing its jacket of political posters. It's that time again: disposable literature, speeches, promises, etc.