Crib

I'd been meaning for some time to photograph this old garage secreted in the Blackrock suburbs, especially at dusk when it becomes a wee box of mellow crib-light against the rooftops.

In other news, our wean was made Citizen of the Week in school, so we're both very proud of him. The title sounds rather Soviet, which brings me to another item; I'm very pleased to have three poems published in the socialist Morning Star's excellent online poetry page, Well Versed, edited by Jody Porter. The first poem, Travellers on Pigeon House Road, mentions Arthur and Margaret, whose portrait I blipped in 2008.