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Fluke


Call it luck. Call it pure fluke. Call it what you will. There I was strolling across Grattan Bridge (aka Capel Street Bridge) in the heart of the Hibernian metropolis on Midsummer's Day last, when the sound of several speedboat engines came within earshot. Momentarily startled, I quickly regained my composure and whipped out my trusty camera. By this stage acting purely on instinct, I pointed the lense downriver towards the Millenium Bridge, specifically in the direction of two boats which had just sped past going like the clappers. Without further ado and knowing that time was of the utmost essence, I took my photograph. The result is what you see posted here. Showing it to a friend afterwards, the Big Mon remarked that as a picture it displayed "perspective, balance and drama.". I have to say, I'm inclined to agree with him.

Your humble shutterbug,

Brian:-)
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