Taken a lifetime ago, this vibrant blue moss grows from time to time on the half dead trees at the Gearagh, just outside Macroom in west Cork. To the best of my knowledge, the Gearagh is a man made lake, created by the construction of the hydroelectric dam further down the river Lee, just outside Cork city. I am open to correction though!
Back to the past; 1st October 2005. Taken for the Ray Darcy/TodayFM project “Us”. The book was published with photos contributed from listeners to the show and money went to charity. Hurrah. Also, I, along with other talented photobloggers, have several photos published in it. Hurrah! Finding all these old photos as I’m packing up my computer gear in preparation for the weekend.
Swans that aren’t even hungry crowd around a gentleman emptying a carrier bag full of foosty bread into the already murky (mostly from being full of soggy bread bits) waters of the lough in Cork city. Taken back when the sky was bluer, the weather was nicer and the days were hotter and t-shirts were entirely possible. Just to remind you…
One of the fine examples of Japanese Maple in Fota Gardens, the leaves of which are varying in amazing colours from bright reds to fiery oranges and yellows. Bit different than when I last visited the gardens some time ago. Well, possibly over a year ago. I did neglect Fota Gardens somewhat when I got wind that charges for entry had been increased significantly. Thankfully, that seems to be complete rubbish. Possibly the best visit ever to this wonderful spot!
The only thing that makes relaxing in ones own back garden anyway less enjoyable is knowing how much work has to be done to it. Or maybe doing the work is the enjoyable part?!? Herein lies the proof that we had at least one day this summer when it didn’t rain. Ahh Irish summers, best subject for complaint ever!
You sleep more or less all day, only getting up to eat. You get taken out for walks to burn off all that energy and then you go home and go back to sleep. Your every need is taken care of. Free bed & board. You never need to work and you’re never in debt. You never owe anything to anyone. People will think you’re cute even when you don’t try to be. You’ll never have any complicated relationships or be stalked by any crazy people. You can’t talk, so you never have any arguments. Unconditional love from at least one person is a distinct possibility. However, even at best you’ll probably only live 15 years.
Taking all that into account, I hope I come back as a dog.
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. As for 13, it’s lucky. Friday the 13th is extremely lucky. Why? You don’t want to know. I couldn’t explain it without rambling on at length about fate, destiny and whatnot. Spare yourselves…
The Honan Chapel on the grounds of University College Cork is (if I’m not mistaken) probably one of the busiest wedding locations in Cork. But hold on now, before you go booking the picturesque setting for your big day, you have to be either a student, a graduate or a staff member. It’s probably the most ideal location as far as wedding photography is concerned. A thirty second walk from the church door and you’re within spitting distance of all the scenery you’ll need for your wedding photos. From there, it’s a short (or for some people a long) hop to the hotel of your choosing for the rest of the party. Had the pleasure of shooting a wedding in the Honan last weekend in gorgeous sunshine when we wanted it and subdued, soft light when we needed it. It’s nice to be able to look at a set of photos and be completely pleased at what you’ve shot. Even more so because the couple were so relaxed and just plain nice & cheerful on the day!
Where I was going to go today but ended up drinking beer & watching TV instead. A lovely relaxing Sunday; I was due one. This is your bog standard landscape really, I just thought it was particularly postable right about now given that the weather doesn’t really know what it’s doing from one day/hour to the next. Now, there’s a bottle of Hoegaarden in the fridge with my name on it. I’ll be off.
Actually, Donncha is organising another photowalk. This time it\’s a bit further out in Doneraile park in north Cork. Details are on his blog. I’ll definately be getting to this one!
A field of rapeseed grows near Garretstown. Fields like this are a common sight at this time of year and are dotted throughout the country, some providing fantastic photo opportunities. The field of bright green next to this bright yellow was irresistible. Well, it looked better in person than I was able to capture on camera. Ah well.
As per usual, standing in the middle of the stream with my tripod holding my camera mere inches above the water. It’s something that no matter how many times I’ve been to the woods at Gougane Barra, I can’t seem to get away from. At least this time I had the good sense to reclaim some land and build myself a little peninsula before stepping into the unknown. Good day today, wedding went off without a hitch thankfully. Beautiful weather to boot! Looks like the photoblogging contingent that met in Dublin had a bloody good day too!
First trip out to see the bluebells in Currabinny woods. It was getting late and the light was beginning to drop off fairly rapidly so we didn’t spend long down there. Must take a spin back down there over the coming days to catch some more. Speaking of taking a spin, I was quite looking forward to heading to Dublin this evening/tomorrow morning for the rare meetup of photobloggers that’s taking place. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) I’m at a wedding tomorrow for most of the day and then at another function in the west of the west of west Cork on Sunday. Hopefully I’ll have something to show for it, both creatively and financially, by Monday!