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New Moon

Grabbed this on my way out the door to work yesterday morning. Had I actually thought about what I was doing, I’d have put the 70-200 on Julie’s 5D2 and not my own 5D. It all went a bit wonky in post processing. It’s a bit of an odd feeling, going from shooting a photo to processing, uploading and posting within a 48 hour period. Worse still, I was almost tempted to post it last night. I don’t know if it’ll catch on.

This will probably be my last post for 2011, due mostly to the laziness that this time of year inevitably brings. That and the preoccupation of eating and drinking as much as possible. I might get a post in between the overlapping screenings of “It’s a wonderful life” and Harry Potter films on the various terrestrial TV channels however.

If I’m not back until 2012, have a very happy Christmas and a similarly merry new year. (Yes, I know). Back in 2012 for some truly epic Cork photowalks, some home brewing and more of the same non-specific whingery.

The House of the Planter

The House of the Planter
Couldnt help but think of The Planters Daughter when taking this. All the horror of my tattered leaving cert poetry book came flooding back. Damn you Clarke, and the rest!

Our Fearless Beardy Leader

Our Fearless Beardy Leader
The boss man; John taking a group shot during the Scott Kelby Worldwide photowalk earlier today in Dublin. Great event and some great organisation by John. Cheers for the day out!

Punchbuggy

Punchbuggy
Toward the end of the festivities, the car clubs got their five minutes of fame. This time in the form of some very well restored VW beetles. Well, and one not so well restored, but I\’m sure that was a work in progress.

Kicking off the show

Kicking off the show
The first (or second, I can\’t quite remember but I\’m sure someone will correct me) band to roll out at the start of the parade. The first (or second) of many, many brass bands and musical acts that drifted by over the course of the two and a bit hours. People near me were heard to comment that \”it\’s a shame there wasn\’t a band finshing up the parade\”. It did end rather abrubtly. All that was missing was someone coming out screaming \”show\’s over folks! You don\’t have to go home but you can\’t stay here!\”

Mícheál\'s Notes

Mícheál\'s Notes
Notes written by a great man for a great day. Half man, half legend; Mícheál Ó Muircheartaigh calling the paddys day parade from up on high. G\’wan ya good thing!

The Parade

The Parade
A quick one from yesterday\’s St. Patrick\’s day parade in Dublin. Great parade, squeezed myself into a good location to view it, got within 5 feet of the amazing Nancy Cartwright (that\’s Bart Simpson to those not in the know) and got a few hundred photos to add to the pix.ie group to boot! Then spent much of the rest of the evening drinking free Guinness and eating free food courtesy, once again, of pix.ie (and Canon Ireland and the Guinness Storehouse of course). Not a bad way to spend a day.

Divinity

Divinity
During golden hour in west Cork. Driving over the mountain on Goats Path on the way back from the lighthouse on Sheeps Head. For a brief moment, a ray of light burst through the cloud.

Divinity, an intervention by something more powerful than ourselves. Today’s photo is for Sandy, my amazing girlfriend. While body boarding today at a local beach, she went to the aid of a friend who got into trouble in the water and strong currents. She was assisted by two surfers, one of which got into trouble himself on the way back to the shore. She managed to get him back to the rocks, where the four of them helped each-other back to the safety of the beach. Shaken, but most assuredly alive and well. I refuse to dwell on the thoughts of what could have happened because well, it didn’t. Well bloody done Sandy!

The Well Earned Break

The Well Earned Break
Crew of the Royal Caribbean cruise ship \”Independence of the Seas\” take a well earned break as the mammoth ship, over one thousand feet long, is docked in Cobh. Apparently the only port in Ireland big enough to dock the vessel. People hung around on their private balconies while others dined in large glass fronted restaurants looking down from a height on the peasants below with their feeble camera phones.