Day 273

Day 272

A little ladybird on my copy of Men, Women and Chain Saws.

Day 271

Italian horror + red wine = a rather pleasant evening.

Day 270

Day 269

“Will you walk into my parlor?” said the Spider to the Fly; “‘Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.” – Mary Howitt

Day 268

“To every word of love I heard you whisper
The raindrops seems to play a sweet refrain
Thought it’s spring, to me it’s still September
Oh, that September in the rain.” – The Beatles

Day 267

The teaches of peaches…

Day 266

Sunset over Belfast.

Sunset reflected in windows.

Day 265

Culture Night, Belfast.

Day 264

Set of “I Am My Own Wife” at The MAC Theatre.