Moon Traffic, Blackglen Road, Ticknock

On a whim (I do most blip-drives on a whim) I took Lola and drove up past the lounge-bar, Lamb Doyle's, on Three Rock Mountain, to turn into the huge car park at Fun Fitness, where I used bring the wean fairly regularly. I wanted to catch the last last light in that mostly clear sky and watch the city twinkling on. I took my ghosts as well, of course, mainly my mother's; Christmas Eve is the mother of all haunted houses, after all. I never drove her up here but she'd have loved the view (and perhaps asked me to photograph it so she could paint it). And she'd have enjoyed watching Lola tear about the place, running dutifully for lobbed tennis balls, then getting distracted and presumably drunk on the scent of deer, rats and rabbits, etc. 

Freezing cold, but the gloves/mittens helped, so I was able to fiddle about with the tripod. Just before wrapping up I noticed Lamb Doyle's Christmas-illuminated roof come on, signing the picture with half my initials. Happy Christmas all you ghosts, and everyone else. 
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