Another from Kilmacurragh, that previously hidden spot in Wicklow.
I re-discovered a love of my Sigma 30 f1.4 over the weekend at Kilmacurragh arboretum. Found the place on discover Ireland website and took a spin down. It\’ll be worth another trip when things start to bloom.
My new view. Looking out onto some old building across (I really must find out what it is) across from my new place in Dublin city. Phone line in, broadband soon to be ordered (as soon as eircom find their arse with both hands), TV’s sorted, can now walk to work (in 15 mins) and the rent isn’t crippling. It’s nice to start a new year with a positive outlook, despite those who would seek to taint it. Happy 2009Read More
One more from Glasgow before I pack the laptop up with the rest of the boxes. Somewhere on the Loch Lomond drive I think (open to correction) there was a parking spot with a convenient amount of picturesque frozen stuff within spitting distance. Course, if you had spit, it would have frozen instantly and you’d have been left with an icicle hanging off your head. But I digress… Next post will be from wherever I can scab broadband from forRead More
Stirling bridge, where (and I may have gotten the biased version) the Scottish beat the hell out of the English some time ago. Nevertheless, a very impressive bridge. Even more so when everything around it was covered in a thick layer of frost. Wish I could have managed the elusive angle with the bridge & river in the foreground and the Wallace monument and snow capped mountains in the background. Next time!
That rule being, “Always keep a foreground rock handy”. Rocks and their commonplace use in the foregrounds of photos has been a staple foodstuff in my photographic recipe book for a long time. It never fails to draw oooh’s and aaaaah’s from all those who recognise a piece of quality photographic work. Rocks in the foreground. I love them. (I’m going to hold a ‘rocking up your foreground’ weekend course in 2009. Those interested should apply within.)
Further evidence, as if the cold and darker evenings weren’t proof enough, that the seasons are changing. Depths of winter are closing in fast and hey, there are only (insert ever decreasing number here) more shopping days left until Christmas! We were last along this road when everything was lush and green and it’s fantastic to see it again in various shades of browns, coppers and golds. If you’re in the area, I’d strongly suggest a drive down there.
Valentia Island in county Kerry. Was there back in August 2007 after being invited down by a boards member who is also a regular visitor to the island. I can see why. Need to get down there again soon. Having spent the last few hours cleaning up my lightroom catalog, I dug into the archives for this one. It’s here both in anticipation of an upcoming trip to Kerry (first in a long time) and to remind Danny that we’reRead More
Just about as close as I’m willing to get to the edge to photograph the sheer cliff face on Inishmore island. Some people were far braver, dangling various body parts over the edge. I’d rather not leave it to chance (and a strong gust of wind) to decide if I live or die. Thanks all the same. I’ll save myself from a severely gravitational death and back away to peruse other things in the immediate vicinity that are clearly allRead More
The path back down the hill from Fort Aonghus on Inishmore island. It rained on the way up. Rained the kind of rain that bounces back up off the ground and soaks you twice instead of once. My prediction was that it’d stop within 3 minutes and 30 seconds; I think I was wrong by about 5 seconds. Thankfully, the sun came out and dried everything out within a few minutes. Also thankfully, there was significantly less “I’m not goingRead More
Hook Head, sunshine. First trip there and last of the sunshine. Almost. I wanted to go to Hook Head for years but never quite made it. As with many things, the wait made the experience of finally getting there all the better. Will definitely be back there. Ahh Hook Head, I’ve got you under my skin.
Taken from somewhere near the top of the Sir Walter Scott Monument (which was stupidly difficult for me to get to the top of), this is.. well, Edinburgh. Posting is going to be light for the weekend. Think light like non-existent. That kind of light. I’m off up north-west to do ‘the vimto run’. This basically involved getting in the car, driving from Sligo to Enniskillen and popping into Asda for an unhealthy amount of Vimto. Mmmmmmmhmmmm!
Walking to the lighthouse at Sheeps Head in West Cork. Stick to the path, you’ll finally get there. Or, stray from the beaten path and find something more exciting. Or maybe you’ll just end up stepping in sheep shit. Sometimes you just have to take the risks to get the rewards.
An old shed in a field next to the graveyard in Glendalough. I can only presume (having watched so many horror films down through the years) that this is where the local psycho slasher type person does all his dismembering and storing of his collection of corpses.. Mwah ha haaaaa… A lovely peaceful spot. Other than the horror and all…
…upside down, so the world can kiss my ass! In fact, don’t bury me at all. Incinerate me with next weeks recycling and scatter my ashes wherever you want. A graveyard on the edge of the hill at Glendalough. A lovely spot in the middle of Wicklow that is, for several months of the year, infested with tourists. One of which I am quite obviously not. Obviously.
My first time in the Sally Gap in Wicklow. Really quite an amazing place. I’ll be going back there… many many times. Had an indescribably fantastic time driving around there. Next time I go back, I’ll probably take a left instead of a right at that junction that I probably won’t be able to find again. Map I think… definitely map required.
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.Read More