Life at the Dock
A high rise apartment block on the other side of the water at grand canal dock in Dublin. Only been down to this area a few times but it seems like it’d be a nice (if expensive) place to live.
Splash of Red
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!
Samuel Beckett’s Harp
Construction work at the Samuel Beckett bridge continues at the docklands. Not pictured; the fences, construction machinery and various warning signs.
Well Deserved
After a good few hours of mad, unchecked creativity, we all needed a pint or three. Chilling out in the Ferryman after the Scott Kelby photowalk in Dublin.
Poor Mans Stereoscopic
The reflection (just can’t get enough of them) in an office window down around the Dublin docklands.
440 on the town
Possibly Julie’s first outing with the Polaroid 440 that some genius got her for her birthday. Some king among men. May all the Gods bless him, wherever he is… (also, just loving that 135 f2L)
The Status
Spotted this and amused myself with how much it looked like a status bar when viewed at the correct angle. Or… maybe not.
Anyone Home?
I’m sure this buzzer worked at some stage. Possibly for about 12 hours the day it was installed at the similarly spray painted apartment building on Windmill Lane.
It’s raining John…
Trying to drive the poor man crazy at the seemingly poor start of the Scott Kelby Photowalk. He wasn’t having any of it. Also, if you’ve never seen two dozen people photographing a tram before, I heartily recommend it. Very entertaining.
Sytner Mini
Near ‘no photograhers land’ at the back of Connolly station during the Scott Kelby Worldwide Photowalk. A lovely red freshly rained on mini.
Our Fearless Beardy Leader
The boss man; John taking a group shot during the Scott Kelby Worldwide photowalk earlier today in Dublin. Great event and some great organisation by John. Cheers for the day out!
110 Yards
Recently, it seems like every time I come home there’s a new skirt or handbag, a modification to an existing item of clothing or grand plans drawn up to create something new. It must be great to be creative.
Cycle to School
Some of the many, many, many many many bikes littered around the grounds of Trinity College. Some appear in active use while others… well, not so much.
Lovely Lazy Sundays
Having had a walk around Blackrock Market and seeing a man (who likes his disco music) about some badges, we took a break from the hard work in Starbucks to enjoy some coffee and as it happens, polaroids. As usual, I opted for the very large mocha. Mmm, Sundays…
A Park for Cars
I don’t put a lot of thought into things sometimes. Planning ahead with any great certainty or in any massively well thought out way isn’t my bag baby. That might explain why I forgot my keys when I went down to the car park before work one morning… And locked myself in only to be rescued by an unwitting neighbour some 15 minutes later.
James
James’ street, just before it turns into Thomas street. What in previous years would have been your last chance to buy flowers of sweets for a friend or relative in St. James Hospital up the road. Nowadays, you can choose from any one of 45,000 spar or Centra shops in the immediate area.
The Church
I’m tempted to say “St. Kevins” in Donadea. But I don’t actually know. Saint something or others. An eerie feeling accompanies this shot. The thought that while peering through the lens at the scene a face from inside the glass would pop out and stare back. I braved it out and took the shot anyway. And yes, I watch too much TV.
Freshness in a Cup
A cup of something fresh at Donadea. Although, I wouldn’t try drinking it. Unless it was a bet. Or I was already drunk. Best not go too far down that road right now.
The Old Section
Finally reached the older section of Glasnevin graveyard and just the right time to have borrowed Al’s Hasselblad to run a roll of neopan through.