Bus Window 2

Shot this in Kildare Street in Dublin, on the night bus after a lovely evening with poets Adrian Rice and his son Matthew, and some of their American friends. Lots of good talk, food, drinks, then back into my ancient perch, at the top of the 46A, a route I have travelled since childhood, a deep rut fluid with memories, clacking at the windows like the branches of old trees on Morehampton Road, rumbling home.