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It's Beyond Belief


Friday evening greetings to you,

Amazingly, the world has survived yet another month without a single blog post from me. "What's the matter with me, I don't have much to say" as the poet says.
Anyway, here's a picture of the Furry Glen to be getting on with. I love the colours and was delighted to capture the shot on a Sunday afternoon a week back. Where's the Furry Glen? I hear you ask. It's in Dublin's Phoenix Park is the answer to that.

Utterly humble,

Brian



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