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Sesquipedalian

Hi,

It's me again with a quick blog post. I took the above photograph in Dublin on the afternoon of September 5th, 2012. I was out for my usual postprandial perambulation. I had actually postponed it the previous day on account of a large amount of precipitation that was emanating from the firmament, so I was delighted to be able to stretch my legs on this particular afternoon.

Whoa there a second! I've just reread what I've written up to now and must admit it has a decidedly sesquipedalian tinge to it. Therefore, I promise to try to "keep it simple" for the rest of the post.

Anyway, September the 5th it was and I was strolling the southside of the quays. Suddenly, there was a gap in the clouds and the sun came out just as I reached the (relatively) new Samuel Beckett Bridge. I noticed - couldn't help but - the patch of blue in the sky. I also noticed how well the Convention Centre was framed betwixt the cables and columns of the bridge. God's blood, I exclaimed under my breath, that would make for a terrific photograph. Luckily, as ever, my trusty iPhone4 was on hand with its nifty camera to capture the scene - which is exactly what I did, as you can see above. Afterwards, I continued my perambulation, skipping merrily along Sir John Rogerson's Quay, happy in the knowledge that I had a fine photo nestling securely in the iPhone's camera roll.

I sincerly hope that you, whoever you are, will derive some pleasure from drinking it in.

Thine humble shutterbug,

Brian

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