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I'm headin' down to Finglas. How many folk, I wonder, begin a blog with the best of intentions only for their enthusiasm to wane and the whole thing end in a whimper several weeks later? I'm sure the answer to that question is zillions. Not I, though, the old writer who lives in a boxcar by the river. With the help of William Burroughs, I would actually describe it as fill land that had once been a dump heap - now unused; five acres along the river which I inherited from my father, who was a wrecker and a scrap metal dealer. Anyway, as I said, with the aid of Leonard Cohen, I was heading down to Finglas. I had this old address of someone that I knew; we were high, fine and free; you shoulda seen us! That's when I spotted heaven's vault up ahead: blazing, burning, brilliantly, brightly! A Saturday sky above the M50, Dublin. As I've often said before, it's at times like this that the iPhone camera proves invaluable. Without further ado, I whip...

Okay, I've really got to say: If you don't like this picture, there's something wrong with you on a spiritual level. It was taken on the night of the full moon - 10th November, 2011 - looking downriver from O'Donovan Rossa Bridge, Dublin. How did I come to take the photograph? Allow me to lurch momentarily into the present tense: I'm scampering across the bridge, fretting about the many lunatics abroad this evening, when I see in all its majesty that great white orb of night suspended above the river. The handiness of the iPhone camera is perfect at such moments. I take the device out and shoot. As they say in the finest dining establishments: Enjoy! With a feeling of intense humility, Brian