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A July Day

Hi,

The picture above was taken on the morning of July 7th,  2012 with my iPhone 4 camera. If I may say so - in all humility of course! - I think it's rather bloody good.
I was cycling back from the Phoenix Park where I had gone to get a pleasant morning's exercise - if exercise is ever meant to be pleasant! The day was clement after a night of extremely heavy rain.
Cycling by the canal over the bridge at Castleknock train station, I glimpsed the delightful idyll before my eyes and simply had to get off my bike and shoot the scene. I'm sure glad I did.
Please enjoy.

Humble to the core of my being,

Brian

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