One Last Look At The Ducks

The title is from a poem by Wallace Stevens, 'The Hermitage at the Center'.

The boy isn't my own wean this time, but someone I saw with his mother in a store selling bathroom stuff. She was good enough to give me permission to take a few photos and the boy didn't seem to mind either.

Afterward drove to Sandycove, my little sea-cul-de-sac, and almost fell asleep in my car.