In the outer harbour, some of the crew perhaps partaking in a profusion of pints in Pine Lodge or possibly Bunnyconnellan. Such a regular occurrence that it’s quite unusual to take the high road from Fountainstown to Myrtleville and not see a freighter or tanker in this very position. I love Cork, even more so when the sun is shining and you can take a nice evening spin on the motorbike.
A view of Wicklow head I\’ve never had before. A massive thanks to Mike at Wicklow.TV and John Nugent at Newcastle Aerodrome for the new slant on photowalking.
Developing and viewing the results of a few long overdue rolls has reawakened my need to get out and shoot some more black and white. So in honour of that, here\’s a black and white from the film archive. Scanning of the newly developed stuff starts tomorrow (hopefully).
April 2005. Always one of the places I\’d take the bike to for a spin in the evenings or weekends, Charlesfort and it\’s neighbour Jamesfort across the harbour are popular spots. That used to be just so I could go sit in the sunshine for a few minutes or to consume whatever I\’d bought in the shop on the way down before walking around the outside of the castle taking photos. Then it became the invaluable spot to stop with wedding parties to get the all important shots. Truly a multi-purpose location!
More Velvia, this time from the Howth film meetup that took place a long, long time ago. Very little processing to be done on this one thankfully, just a few spots of dust and the odd tiny hair. Need a clean place to dry my negs!
Howth beach. A grand day out while the sun shines. Tides out so plenty of beach to play on. But don\’t walk on those ripples of sand for too long in your bare feet or they\’ll start to hurt. Or.. at least that\’s my experience. Although I don\’t think I ever successfully flew a kite. Deprived childhood don\’t ya know.
Use the hook to grab the very large wooden sections. Swing them through 180 degrees and gently lower them into a channel cut into the concrete. Do that about seven or eight times and you\’ve got yourself a barrier, closing one section of the dock from the rest. Think of it like a video game. A cold, wet and potentially deadly video game. With the smell of fish all around.
Following forests gardens and I can\’t remember what else, I needed to get back to the beach. Fully intend on visiting one specific beach on travelling back down to Cork for the Blog Awards next month. Mmmmmmm beach rubbish….
Getting the dart down to the seaside, a summertime institution. It\’s a little colder and a little greyer now at this seaside at least, but there are still people on the trains as proved by this discarded ticket. The 5D is off to hospital in the UK. I only had it a couple of months when I dropped it during a walk around a forest early last year. Since then, the battery grip had become looser up to the point where it was causing problems. Maybe getting it fixed (and finally being able to take that wedge of paper out from the back of it) will convince me that no, I really don\’t need to buy a 5D Mark II.
