A warm candid photograph of nivdoyle woman in a cream cable-knit Aran wool jumper and dark jeans, a woman of twenty-seven, sitting at a small round table in a cosy old Irish pub, both hands around a pint of dark stout with a thick creamy head, leaning toward the camera mid-story with a mischievous grin and one eyebrow raised, as if she is about to deliver the punchline. Behind her a long mahogany bar lined with brass taps and rows of whiskey bottles glows on the left, and in the corner on the right two women play fiddle and tin whistle on low stools beneath framed old photographs and a hurling stick mounted on the wall. A turf fire burns in a stone fireplace in the background. Warm tungsten light from small brass wall lamps and the amber glow of the fire light her face from the right, while the rest of the pub falls into rich brown shadow. 35 mm lens, shallow depth of field, cosy amber and mahogany palette, fine film grain.