Waste plywood strewn on the old tracks at Mogeely train station in east Cork. It’s days like we’ve had recently that make me wish I was self-employed again. Back then, if the sun suddenly came out I could conveniently ‘go missing’ from ‘the office’ and jump on the bike with camera in hand. Those days led to many great trips around west Cork and many a fun time was had. Now, some years later it’s all changed. Now I have to have the foresight to ring in sick if I want to do that!
Down in Currabinny, about 10 minutes from my front door, there’s a wonderful pier that stretches out in the direction of Crosshaven across the water. Crosshaven may sound familiar to some as the host town for the Ford Yacht Club event. Currabinny may sound familiar as the place across the water from it. There’s a nice stony beach and a wonderful storehouse down there too. Never fails to offer some kind of photographic opportunities.
Just over the mountain at Sheeps Head on Goats Path. The light was outstanding as we crossed the top of the mountain and mid-way through a phone call I saw the way the sun was hitting the hills. Well, I think we both saw it at the same time. It was like a simultaneous moment of \”Bloody hell, look at that!\” By both I mean Darren, who got some great shots too.
For the longest time (after years of visiting Sheeps Head) I never knew the funkiest little lighthouse on the planet was sitting right on the end of the headland, holding onto the cliff edge. That’s thanks in no small part to John, who posted a fantastic image of the building that today inspired me to get off my lazy ass, leave the car park and walk to the end of the world. It also helped that is visiting for the long weekend so I’m seeing much of the same old scenery with fresh eyes. But alas, it’s back to work tomorrow.
Crew of the Royal Caribbean cruise ship “Independence of the Seas” take a well earned break as the mammoth ship, over one thousand feet long, is docked in Cobh. Apparently the only port in Ireland big enough to dock the vessel. People hung around on their private balconies while others dined in large glass fronted restaurants looking down from a height on the peasants below with their feeble camera phones.
Oh dear! Those extra items of gear I was pondering on in a previous post were not only ordered, they arrived today. I bought a Canon Speedlite 430EX and a Canon ST-E2 wireless flash commander thing. Once I get a battery for the ST-E2, I can take both my 580EX and the new 430EX completely off camera. Woo!
This was a quick bit of farting around with the two flashes. Something tells me I’m going to have to re-watch that lighting DVD I have knocking around. Also, I somehow feel I’m going to have to invest in batteries. Or at least a decent charger. To that end, anyone know where I might pick up a La Crosse BC-900? Now, back to the messing…
Just for a larf (and because once I get good I’ll have to start adding this info to every shot.. Strobist info; 430EX camera right, 580EX left and above.
Helpful words written on the edge of a blackboard in a local Cork primary school. The busy season is starting again in the next week or two, it’ll be a few weddings a month from more or less now until September or October. All that and I’m trying to get my head around what I’m doing where work is concerned. Do I go for a new job or stay where I am? All this and more still to come. Stay tuned!
Little chairs for little people. The contents of a classroom in a local primary school tidied and stacked away into a corner to cater for the room’s conversion into a photo studio for the days communion portraits. Busy day today. First to get the running order of portrait work, then off to a wedding in west Cork. And now, I’m pooped. Pooped but happy, in a kind of overworked way 🙂
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 the shot you’re after, but I suppose that adds to the challenge.
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, the shoreline and pier at Currabinny is a goldmine for landscape and macro photography. At least that’s the way it seems to me…
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 mind when driving down; macro! Got a few none the less.
The long evenings are really coming back now, there’s a wonderful brightness in the sky until after 9pm! If only the weather would improve a small bit, it’d make catching the golden hour all the sweeter!
Last time we walked through Knockomagh Wood to the top of the hill at Lough Ine in west Cork, it was so cloudy we could barely see the sea. A bit different to the previous walk up there when it was so clear we could see all the way out to Cape Clear beyond Baltimore and Sherkin Island. This rope swing hangs over a very muddy puddle, dotted with small footprints and the odd assprint.
The woods trail up to the top of the hill is possibly one of the most pleasant (and most energetic) walks in west Cork. Well, one of the most pleasant and energetic I’ve ever been on…
Dropped down to Clonakilty to see Kevin & Eithne a couple of weeks ago. Hadn’t seen either of them for an age. We took a most enjoyable walk out by Ownahincha beach and across the hills to a bay who’s name I can’t really recall. I do remember there was the unmistakable sound of a tanoy in the distance, calling out the state of play in an event.
Kev is going to be the second of my friends to tie the knot in the near future. Yes ladies and gentlemen, we’re dropping like flies.
Another of my frequent trips to rural graveyards. This one, just outside Midleton on the road to Castlemartyr in east Cork is tucked away at the side of the road next to an infamous biker pub. It’s a small graveyard with a mix of old and new plots. Photogenic old stones leaning over and loads of decorative iron crosses dotted about the stone wall lined cemetery. Is my ever growing tendency to photograph graves a bit too much on the morbid side? Maybe.. I’ll know I need an intervention when I’m spotted skulking around a gravestone in the pouring rain.