Selene in the moon

I rarely hang on for more than 15 seconds for a shot.
Today I waited for a good 5 minutes (while Mrs Raheny was tackling Mimi doing a remake of the Exorcist upstairs) because I knew that this was the one shot I wanted.
And it turned out almost as I wanted it to.
It's a combination of my love for my wife. And suburbia. With a dash of almost-full-moon thrown in.

The runner up was a shot of Oldmills fighting with himself (he has run out of potential victims) while his boss (that lazy bollix) plays chess with Fr. Cave.
Dun Laoghaire really is but a village, especially on market day.