glendalough

Lower Lake

The Lower Lake

To aid in Julie producing a sofobomo entry this year, we took a spin out to Glendalough on Monday evening. First time in a few years I’ve been there when the sun is going down. Apart from the swarms of blood thirsty midges, it’s a great place to be when the light levels are dropping. The above, in case anyone cares, is the X100 at a 20th of a second, ƒ8 at 2500ISO. I think by the end of theRead More

Swamp Thing

May 10, 2010 Canon 135 f2, Canon 5D, Wicklow

Hopping around, scaring elves in the boggy land at Glendalough. The deadly swamp thing!

Natural Habitat

March 12, 2010 Canon 5D, Landscape, People, Wicklow

Take away the bugs, toads, give her a pair of wellies and I’m sure she’d be right at home.

Look Busy…

October 28, 2009 Canon 50, Canon 5D, Macro, Wicklow

Detail in a headstone caught while passing through the graveyard at Glendalough. So many headstones, so little time. I need to get back out to Glasnevin.

St. Kevins Back Yard

August 26, 2009 Canon 50, Canon 5D, Landscape, Wicklow

Glendalough, much earlier in the year. One of those magical places in Ireland that I’ve never failed to come away from with a shot that works.

Sun Shines Through

August 6, 2008 Canon 50, Canon 5D, Wicklow

Walking around in the dense yet perfectly ordered forest at Glendalough in Wicklow. The forest is not unlike something you’d see in a film. Possibly something with hobbitses or the likes.

Departing This Life

Shuffling off your mortal coil. Moving from this life into somewhere (hopefully) more pleasant. I am an Ex-Parrot! Peace and quiet for ever-more, if you disregard the thousands of tourists, at Glendalough in Wicklow.

This is where I store the bodies…

An old shed in a field next to the graveyard in Glendalough. I can only presume (having watched so many horror films down through the years) that this is where the local psycho slasher type person does all his dismembering and storing of his collection of corpses.. Mwah ha haaaaa… A lovely peaceful spot. Other than the horror and all…

Bury me on a hill…

…upside down, so the world can kiss my ass! In fact, don’t bury me at all. Incinerate me with next weeks recycling and scatter my ashes wherever you want. A graveyard on the edge of the hill at Glendalough. A lovely spot in the middle of Wicklow that is, for several months of the year, infested with tourists. One of which I am quite obviously not. Obviously.