An obvious plant in the Botanic Gardens.
It’d been so long since I last used the macro lens, I forgot what it was capable of when focusing manually.
From the second Botanic Gardens photowalk that took place earlier today. Weather was quite a bit milder than the previous walk. The macro lens that I haven\’t used in what seems to be about 2 years came out to play again.
Don’t know what else to call it. Maybe ‘Hairy Red Snakes’ or something similar. An odd plant at Airfield Farm in Dundrum.
Colourful flowers; Psh, there’s plenty of time for that later on. First time out with the macro lens in quite a while. Headed down to Airfield in Dundrum. Quite a nice spot. Lovely cake
Recently, it seems like every time I come home there’s a new skirt or handbag, a modification to an existing item of clothing or grand plans drawn up to create something new. It must be great to be creative.
Presumably… One of the many delightful now almost naturally occurring sights on Fountainstown beach. My first outing with the macro lens in quite a bit of time.
Hand selected rocks on Newcastle beach. Only the ones with the best stripes (and spots) will do. Incidentally, some of these now live in my apartment along with a curiously burgerish shaped rock. It was too good to leave behind. Oh how I’ve missed strolling on the beach!
This has been the wallpaper on my mac for the last God knows how long. Possibly counterproductive, it often makes me thirsty on bootup. I think I have almost a full bottle floating around somewhere.. If not Santa will have to bring me one.
Back! Spent much of the last week working in London sans photos and therefore the photoblog was sans update. However, I’m back now! This is another of the botanic gardens macros, and one I’m quite happy with. Back to Cork tomorrow, first time being so far south in over a week. That’s a bit mad…
Natural (as in not squirted or dropped by one in our company) water drops on a plant at the botanic gardens in Dublin. First time in a long time that I’ve used my macro lens. A refreshing change.
A bottom of a glass bottle bearing the number thirteen, found on the small beach at Currabinny after undoubtedly spending a good amount of time being tossed around in the waves. I used to spend a portion of my time collecting such pieces of coloured glass on Cork’s stony beaches for some unknown future purpose. …
Poor ol’ Trilo. She’s been christened ‘chicken legs’ due to her tendency to paddle into the water only far enough to get her legs wet. When she comes out, her body is fluffy but her legs are skinny… Guess you have to be there. Tough to keep her still for a few seconds to get …
After some light rain, a constant drip falls out of an old green drainpipe on an old green storage shed next to the shoreline. The building, although small and quite nondescript, has provided me with many photo opportunities in the past and will no doubt continue to in the future. For such a small area, …
Two speedboats heading out into the harbour from Crosshaven, as if they were heading toward an oil tanker docked in the Whitegate refinery. The tide was unnaturally high this evening, almost lapping over the walkway on the pier as the boats passed. This of course didn’t leave much beach left for what I had in …
Back to square one I guess. Version two of Glassey Alley. Another new beginning and a little bit of a re-birth. Here goes nothing…