Steps on the pier in Bray, Co. Wicklow. It’s easily been about 4/5 years since I was last in Bray and this time only decided to go there after a quite lost drive around Dalkey and Killiney. It was bloody cold and bloody windy, but I had to get the beach fix I’ve been after for quite a while. The coldness of the wind was soon forgotten after a nice hot chocolate from the happy pear in Greystones though!
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.
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.