Once, some years ago, I was in Dublin on Bloomsday. There were readings and recitations, a broad acknowledgement of the spirit of the day. Or maybe that’s just how it is if one spends one’s time in bookstores and libraries. The National Library had a fabulous digital edition of Ulysses, showing its revisions and changes. Some day, I’ll have to find the stash of copious print photos from that trip.
Recently, though, I was in a friend’s garden just before the sun went down in earnest. The petunia and lilies were splendid in the last bit of the day’s light, so I’ll share them to wish everyone a happy Bloomsday.