On Summerhill north during the Cork Photowalk, put together by Damien, Pat and Donncha. Huge thanks to all three, very successful event as usual. I can only assume this lady was charging up the hill in training for the ladies mini marathon that took place the next day in the city.
Do any of my visitors watch Rescue Me? It’s been one of my favorite things on TV since it started so it was a bit of a buzz to stand here (this scene is used in the opening credits). It was more about simply standing there than recording it artistically in a photograph…
The Rockafeller Plaza, where if you’re not careful while using a fantastically wide lens, you’ll end up getting the buildings behind you in the frame. Or becoming quite dizzy. Or both…
Mattie Griffin doing his stuff in the pouring rain at Japfest in Mondello park at the start of September. The weather didn’t stop him from putting on an amazing show, performing stunts that other (possibly sane) people wouldn’t attempt on a bone dry road. More from Japfest in the coming days.
December 2000. Ireland. Carrigaline to be precise. White stuff on the ground. Possibly snow. We hadn’t seen it in so long that we weren’t really sure. Nevertheless, there were snowballs made, many photos taken on crappy old 35mm compact camera (my first camera). A walk to the top of the world and back again. It’s been too long.
September 2002. A trip out to Sherkin Island with Kev and Foss to swim (or paddle shin deep in my case), play football on the beach, take some photos and just enjoy the sun. Didn’t think I’d be back here only 7 seemingly short years later for Kev’s stag party. Then, the confirmation came that the other fella, Foss, is now also engaged. Good thing I don’t have a tendency to feel like the odd one out!
February 2003. For the longest time I’d wanted to try snow boarding. After several hours of falling on my arse and faceplanting into the suspiciously hard snow, I began to feel I’d never be a pro. I did manage to sustain a standing position for a few minutes though, during which this photo was taken. It held pride of place on my old blog for quite some time and it’s back again now for a few hours. Really have toRead More
February 2003. My first visit to Canada also brought me to California for a week. It was, as you may expect, a week packed with as many tourist activities as one could possibly squeeze into such a relatively short period of time. I’ve neglected the blog a bit for the last couple of weeks but I have a good excuse. I’m on holiday! Seems a bit strange to be looking back on a photo I took in the US soRead More
June 2003. Whilst at a very loose end one day and wanting to clear the head of unpleasant thoughts, I invented the tour which shall forever be known as the “Solstice Sojourn”. Started at home in Carrigaline, west taking in Bandon, Clonakilty, Skibbereen, Schull, Leap, Sheeps Head, Bantry, Glengarriff and a few other towns that I can’t remember. All in all, took about 9 hours and was held for two years running on the longest day of the year. IRead More
July 2003. Clearly not designed for the well-being of anyone’s livers. Several of us took off to Kenmare and rented a holiday home for a few days. There was a lot of fishing, a lot of drinking and a medium amount of falling into the lake while fishing done. There were people accused of being homosexuals, people doing strange things to cattle and a video produced that covers most of the above. Above is an example of drunk people, albeitRead More
July 2004. Before taking the bus sized bike on the voyage to France, I hit upon the Bubblegum Run. It’s an annual event in Dublin’s biker calendar that (if I remember correctly as it was some years ago) starts at Mansion house in the city centre and makes it’s way out to Mondello park in Kildare. This was the first year I’d done it but with any bit of luck, it won’t be the last.
August 2004. Having bought a great big monster of a tourer, I came to the decision to take it around France on a 2,500 mile round trip down the west coast and back up the midlands to Paris. France really is an odd country. I’d never been there before and I think next time I’d be a lot wiser in my travel plans. No more camp sites and no more service station diners thanks. But I did get the opportunityRead More
May 2005. I only really remember this as one of the first times I actively tried to sell my previous bike, a Yamaha Royal Star Venture. Put on by the Freewheelers MC in Waterford, the show was my first opportunity to get up close to and photograph trial bikes. When asked by one of the riders ‘which paper I work for’, I remember having to think fast and come up with something good so I’d be allowed further access toRead More
June 2005. Victor Frankenstein marked a few firsts. First time I successfully blagged a press pass, first time I accidentally hit someone with a lens hood, first time I learned that the 20D was not a fan of being used at high ISO\’s and the first time I was propositioned by a very nasty prostitute. Serves me right for parking on the quays. Great show and huge crowds. One of the many great events that took part in Cork forRead More
Dordrecht, side streets leading to the river. Someone likes model ships. Suppose Holland is the country to live in if you’re a fan of the water.
Been down to the market in Blackrock a couple of times now. Lots of interesting stuff there. Topped off nicely with a crepe and then a walk up the street for a cup of something tasty in Starbucks.
Walking back from the official end of the photo taking at the Scott Kelby photowalk in Dublin. Walking back to the pub that is. Reflected in the glass of one of the possibly under construction buildings.
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.
Reading a little bit too much into that very entertaining bonfire on the grounds of Charleville castle during the meetup a couple of weeks ago.