I not only left the battery charger for my camera at home, yesterday I broke the card reader. Two years ago I dropped my camera in a parking lot here (and the camera snapped a last shot of our horrified faces as it plunged to its death), and P. dropped his (accidentally) in the toilet in the men's room at the cafe beside Yeat's grave. Something uncomfortably poetic about that, I fear. So far the score regarding cameras is Ireland: 3, Me: 0.
I'm hoping to find a cable/cord that not only uploads the photos but also charges the camera through the computer. Am I asking too much from the universe?! In the meantime, I have my iPhone camera, which is actually pretty darn nifty. No close-ups, though. (So that means no macro shots of a leprechaun's nose hairs.)
Today is the last day of sun. We're going to head out to Doo Lough and Killary Harbor, a favorite destination for both of us --