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Noirish

Got a minute? Kindly have a deco at the above photo, wherein I've attempted - by means of the Camera+ app - to give the image a noirish feel. You know the kind of thing I mean: "I was downtown, stone cold sober, on my way to an appointment with destiny."
Taken on Friday last (17th February, 2012), in a small alleyway off Dame Street, Dublin (I'm not 100% certain, but I think it may be called Dame Court), capturing the picture entailed standing around for quite a spell due to a steady stream of pedestrians filing through - not to mention ducking down! - the laneway.
I wanted to achieve an uncluttered grab of the narrow vista and so waited and waited for the propitious moment to arrive. I've no doubt I aroused the suspicion of many a passerby as I hung around pacing restlessly and generally looking furtive. Eventually, when all seemed clear and the stream of Joe and Josephine Publics had abated for a minute, I raised my iPhone camera and aimed it at the noontime light pouring into the alley, in the process firing off the best shot of which I was capable. As can be seen, at that very moment, a young gentleman - looking for all the world like a 19th century flâneur - sauntered into view and began ambling in my direction. After giving the matter some thought, I've decided to let him remain in the final cut. As it happens, his presence in the picture adds, I feel, to the overall look of noirishness.
As is repeatedly said in the most exquisite eateries in this city: Enjoy!

Thine humble shutterbug,

Brian

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