Another wonderful couple of hours spent at the Botanic Gardens in Dublin. The place seems to change every time we go there and yet again, I saw something I hadn’t seen before. And that’s not even taking into account the new looking ‘vegetable garden’ they\’re building. I was going to put up something Halloweeny today, but meh, this’ll have to do!
Natural (as in not squirted or dropped by one in our company) water drops on a plant at the botanic gardens in Dublin. First time in a long time that I’ve used my macro lens. A refreshing change.
A bee (possibly of the mixed variety) takes flight off some lavender (thanks) as the sun shone brilliantly for once. Proof that at least we had one weekend of sunshine this summer/autumn. Now, as we’re into Q4 expect dark evenings, wind, rain and all kindsa other marvellous goings on. Super.
Fallen from the tree, perhaps knocked off by a careless tourist, but still looking rather healthy while lying in the middle of a cold steel grated floor. Sometimes, when you think nothing good can be made of a bad situation, you have to take a step back (and in this case a crouch down) to get the full picture. And then crop a bit.
Rusted cogs, part of a long ago abandoned piece of machinery on the copper coast in Waterford. Impossible to get started, or so you’d think. With a little work and enough determination, anything can be made to work.
The stone with the sad face saved from a fall into the black unknown by a once great grate. Held there, suspended forever in grateness.
Water ran down the walls leading toward the slipway by the old mine-shafts on the Copper Coast in Waterford. Cold, odd tasting water. Yes, I tasted it. It’s just something I do from time to time. Unless it’s a funny colour.
Wrapped up, patched up. A sail on a small boat resting near the slipway at the dock.
Chewed up and spat out, a bottle sits slowly decomposing on Annestown beach on Waterford’s Copper Coast. It’ll be sitting there for what, 150 years, while it wastes away? Still, at least it made the dog happy for a few minutes. With any bit of luck, it’ll be picked up by some caring, environmentally conscious passer by and it’ll be re-born as oh I dunno, another bottle?
A couple of tourists watched with great interest while I lavished attention on an old fence-post with this piece of rusted barb wire hanging off it. Anything to keep the cows and sheep out of the old mine shafts I suppose. Something I’ve driven past a few times but never realised that there are still open mine shafts, some extending a quarter mile into the ground, right next to where this was taken. Almost made me want to re-visit withRead More
A discarded fish box on Annestown beach in Waterford, looking mysteriously like a badly maintained ice rink. Well.. it looks like that in my head anyway.
Like flowers, we grow and change. Guess all you can really ask for is to be looked after by someone with caring hands up until the dog digs you up or you become food for whatever beasts inhabit the area around where you’re rooted. Am I talking shit yet?
A bottom of a glass bottle bearing the number thirteen, found on the small beach at Currabinny after undoubtedly spending a good amount of time being tossed around in the waves. I used to spend a portion of my time collecting such pieces of coloured glass on Cork’s stony beaches for some unknown future purpose. As for 13, it’s lucky. Friday the 13th is extremely lucky. Why? You don’t want to know. I couldn’t explain it without rambling on atRead More
After a couple of days in Edinburgh, walking from the hotel to the shops wore thin. So, onto a tour bus and to indulge further in the touristy thang. The Botanic Gardens was the first stop on our whirlwind tour, best part of which was the very large series of glasshouses. Condensation tried it’s best to get the better of my lenses, but I managed to get a few shots in between swearing at the hot/cold/humid/dry rooms. Damn nature, whyRead More
A tag screwed onto the woodwork on board the Jeanie Johnston at the maritime festival in Dublin at the start of June. I’ve lately been re-educating myself that the details we sometimes miss in our everyday lives can prove significant. Why, you could even be passing a certain spot for years without noticing what’s hidden in the finer detail. Stop and take a look. You’ll only regret it later if you missed it and it’s gone forever.
The most MG’s ever in Lismore? We were passing through the town on a whistle-stop tour of east Cork & Waterford and came across a whole load of MG’s, new and old, in a car park just off the ‘main street’. Obviously, there must have been some kind of owners club meeting happening nearby!
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 haveRead More
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…
Back to square one I guess. Version two of Glassey Alley. Another new beginning and a little bit of a re-birth. Here goes nothing…