IMMA is and has always been too damn handy. As I have mentioned before, it literally is the neighbours front garden. If it was any closer I wouldn’t have to put my shoes on to walk over there. Quiet neighbours too, never any trouble from them. They have a couple of wild parties every year and a couple of more sedate ones but I’ve never had to go up there and bang on their door to tell them to keepRead More
Wait, whats your name again? It’s only been [counting on fingers] June, July, August, September, October, November; Oh almost 6 months since I last pressed the export button on a batch of photos. I suppose as long as I post once a year I can still refer to myself as a (photo)blogger in the sometimes polite circles of whippersnappers that know about these things. It seems the more cameras I buy, the less photos I take. The less photos IRead More
In Cork two weekends in a row (a rare treat) and the promise was made to seek out some bluebells to photograph. Currabinny woods has nealy always been a good spot, something I believe I pointed out on the morning we were setting out to go and take some photos. Without knowing I’d already jinxed the operation completely. Although there were bluebells, there was nowhere near the amount I’ve seen in previous years. So instead, I contented myself with usingRead More
Severed heads and ice-cream cones, just another day in Drogheda. Looking outside today it’s hard to imagine how I managed to pick up such a bright tomato red shade on all exposed skin yesterday while on the annual Drogheda Photowalk. We met late morning and began the day’s walking tour around the town, which I will admit is bigger than I had previously thought. From our meeting spot we headed to Millmount museum where we were treated to a veryRead More
No, not that Trim, that\’s the weekend after next. This trim is the one they’ve given the hedges in the IMMA gardens. Testing out how close the 50 f1.8 on the A-1 would focus. This close apparently. Loving the neopan. Next I have to test some 100 iso ilford stuff
Another from the first roll in the A-1, this was killing a bit of time in the Powerscourt Center while Julie was oogling some fancy wool in the shop upstairs. “Mmmmm fancy wool” or something close to that was uttered several times. Also “worth every penny” and perhaps one more “mmmm fancy wool” for good measure.
At the official opening of Third Floor Espresso (3FE) on Middle Abbey Street a couple of hours ago. If you’re reading this and you’re local, get down there for some mind bendingly amazing coffee. This is one of the several cappuccinos I’ve had there this weekend.