Julie’s first day out with the land camera at the national garden exhibition center.
Detail in a headstone caught while passing through the graveyard at Glendalough. So many headstones, so little time. I need to get back out to Glasnevin.
Chained up to the railings outside the Odlums building on the docks. Possibly a bike, possibly something else entirely. Eh… Maybe a large, rabid turnip? Whatever it was and however rabid it was, it’s long gone now.
Colourful flowers; Psh, there’s plenty of time for that later on. First time out with the macro lens in quite a while. Headed down to Airfield in Dundrum. Quite a nice spot. Lovely cake 😉
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 …
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.
Presumably… One of the many delightful now almost naturally occurring sights on Fountainstown beach. My first outing with the macro lens in quite a bit of time.
In a similar vein to what Donncha posted a few days ago, Fountainstown beach isn’t a million miles away from Myrtleville. Although, in fairness, it is a hell of a lot cleaner. It’s (more or less) the next beach across as you’re walking around the rocky coastline and never fails to present some interesting titbit …
One of my favourite parts of the whole ‘Gougane Barra’ experience. This is the forest, not too far from the car park. There’s something about the trees there that even when it’s heaving with the tourist masses during the summer months, it has an odd kind of calm about it. Maybe it’s the goblins and …
Everything around the shop in Donadea park seems very well presented. Or at least as well presented as you can get when in the middle of a forest in the middle of nowhere. Flowers all over, including on the picnic tables.
On a recent trip back to Cork to catch up with the family & friends. Farting about with Al’s Lensbaby 3G in the back garden. You could shoot handheld with it.. if you had at least one extra hand. Still, soft is good sometimes!
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.
Candles lit in the incredibly small church at Gougane Barra in west Cork. One of my best friends is getting married here later this year and I’m led to wonder if this is the most exclusively difficult place to book for your wedding in all of Cork? Given that the seating capacity is no more …
Use the hook to grab the very large wooden sections. Swing them through 180 degrees and gently lower them into a channel cut into the concrete. Do that about seven or eight times and you’ve got yourself a barrier, closing one section of the dock from the rest. Think of it like a video game. …
Hand selected rocks on Newcastle beach. Only the ones with the best stripes (and spots) will do. Incidentally, some of these now live in my apartment along with a curiously burgerish shaped rock. It was too good to leave behind. Oh how I’ve missed strolling on the beach!
Single daffodil, seperated from the group. Living in Mount Usher gardens in Wicklow. Nice spot. Very shaky bridges. Delightful stuff.
Old, broken, left behind. Part of a child’s toy discarded on the beach. Making sandcastles out of rocks does that to plastic toys.
Strolling down around the Cornmarket Street area before the blog awards. Was that last month already? Wow. Well, I suppose we\’re only just into March so it’s not that bad. It was nice being in the city and seeing things I’d never seen before. Or not paid enough attention to because I’d spent much of …
When a man’s an empty kettle He should be on his mettle And yet I’m torn apart Just because I’m presumin’ That I could be kind of human If I only had a heart…
Climbing the walls before the blog awards in Dublin last year. Then, not so much. Mmmm, pints.