I bumped into an ex-colleague from my lecturing days today. That doesn't happen as often as one might think in a small place like The Liberties - mostly I guess 'cos when I'm out and about my ex-colleagues aren't...they're still doing something important. Indeed. But today it happened. He said the usual stuff that people who are still working say to those who aren't - told me I was looking well and asked how many years I was out of it (3...I think). Thankfully he didn't ask me what I'm doing with myself these days.
I mean, what can I truthfully answer to that? What have I done in 3 years?
I took this photograph - that's one thing I did. And then I scanned it so I could post it here for your delectation. You see, I didn't even enter the Dark Place and print it on some nice paper. I'm pretty sure it's not worth printing, mind you - nothing's in focus, it's all low contrast, grey and horrible. Like the weather in it. It's not going to win any awards. But then again, awards aren't all their cracked up to be, right?