Taken at the Lynx Summer Fever Beach Party hosted by Thinkhouse at Tripod last night.

Just a few shots from the fun Dublin leg of Scott Kelby’s Second Annual Worldwide Photo Walk. You can see all the pics the group took on Pix.ie and on Flickr.

I met some familiar faces – McAWilliams (who very kindly organised the whole thing, much to the detriment of his own snapping), Redmum, Steven, Julie – and some not so familiar ones, so I have a few new Twitter peeps and some great new photoblogs to follow. It’s so nice to go wandering with people who don’t mind if you stop every two minutes to take a picture! You can see the rest of the pics I took by clicking ‘ere. I’m still trying to figure out which two to submit to the competition – the prizes are pretty sweet, although the odds of winning are depressing low, given that over 37,000 photographers took part worldwide.

(P.S. Thanks a mill to Steven who let me borrow his 50mm 1.8 while my 50mm 1.4 rested up in the sickie shop. I have been seriously hooked on that lens and missing it big time. However, I am proud to report that the above shots were taken with a variety of lenses (the first two are 50mm 1.8, the third one was taken with the kit lens, 18-55mm 3-5.6, the fourth with the holga lens on my 400D body, then 50mm 1.8 again times two, then finally the shot of the couple was with the Sigma 70-300 4-5.6. Maybe I’m finally getting out of the fiddy rut….)

I am shamelessly besotted with this little boy. How could you not be with tiny toes like that? I must post the other pics I took, which show how he really walks – on his tippy toes!

Chatty Spanish and German students hanging out at sunset in Howth yesterday evening.

Eoghan and Ethan, checking out the Sunday papers.

Don’t they just scream ‘summertime’?

Portobello Market, Notting Hill, London.

Sorry I’ve been out of action this past week. I have a few pics from our trip to London last weekend (and my visit to the loveliest place in the world) which I’ll post in the next few days.

Have a great weekend!

Everytime I see an egg, that line from Juno pops into my head, “Your eggo is preggo”. Everytime.