A very familiar stop on a very familiar route, just outside Killarney on the Ring of Kerry. Between the Upper Lake and Muckross Lake. Taken at the start of January 2017. Yes, that’s how long it’s been sitting unseen in my Lightroom queue.
Back to Fountainstown and I’ve always loved the wide range of colourful rocks that are on the various small beaches on the walk over the rocks to Myrtleville. Even more colourful when they’re being tossed around by the incoming waves. Also, I just noticed that when I posted an image in portrait orientation, it was about the size of a modest billboard. That’s somewhat fixed. Now less scrolling is required to see the full image. Sorry about that. I’m alsoRead More
It seemed we were cursed never to get back in here. Every time we’d been to Fota Gardens recently, the kitchen garden was closed. Not today thankfully.
Nice afternoon for a stroll around fort Camden in Crosshaven. First time in quite a while.
I didn’t realise how long it’d been since I was last on the rocks at Fountainstown until we went down there yesterday afternoon. I still don’t know how long it’s been, but it’s been quite a while.
”Holy shit, that leaf is as big as your head. Hold it up so I can get proof”
I woke the following morning to what must have been an answered prayer, it wasn’t as cold as it was supposed to be, and certainly not as cold as it’d been the previous few mornings. There was a stint of hasty packing completed, followed by one final eggy bacon buttery breakfast and enough coffee to temporarily incapacitate a horse. The original plan, which was to exit the Tyrol valley and Austria via the Silvretta pass, was very much still on.Read More
Going back a bit here to 2010 and a trip to Scotland. Lunch for a hungry reindeer. Fuji Neopan 400 if I remember correctly. I’m coming across all kinds of little surprises while going through & cleaning up my lightroom catalog.
Figures suddenly appearing out of the thick fog as we were walking to the lighthouse at Sheeps Head. Not a situation to be in if you’re paranoid or have seen too many horror films.
The often captured (seldom with any originality) steps leading down to the lighthouse at Sheeps Head.
Kerry, January 2017. A new years drive from Kenmare to Killarney via Moll’s Gap.
Gone are the days of hop, skip and jumping between tufts of grass to avoid sinking in the bog. Still, you’d kind of miss the added excitement. Sheeps Head again…
Possibly designed to keep sheep in or out. Very, very small sheep.
Just a little bit misty down at Sheeps Head yesterday. Perseverance paid off, although not much of a day for whale watching or landscape photography. First time in a long time that the 5D came out, and I realise how much I missed full frame digital.
Took the scenic Copper Coast route home from a visit to the Japanese gardens in Tramore back in June. More on that front coming in the near future. Just as soon as I’ve fully recovered from the shock of opening my photo library for the first time in months/years.
Back in those ‘good old days’ when I shot (and processed) a lot of medium format Velvia. Before getting entirely sick of it and selling my Jobo processing kit and forgetting which box my Bronica got stored in. Amazing what jumps out at you when you haven’t opened Lightroom in a year or two. I should really look for that Bronica…
This ‘fire & ice’ route was also hastily borrowed from my friends down the road at the bike rental outfit. Lots of low(ish) roads with scenic vistas and rides through valleys. That kind of thing. Except it’s never really that easy, is it? ‘Another cold start’ I thought, as I stepped back inside the hotel and began thawing out my frozen eyeballs with copious amounts of black coffee over breakfast. Colder than yesterday and as a special extra treat, it’s alsoRead More
I awoke early to a temperature of minus four (centigrade, for my American friends) after a restless night of worrying about my battery and cursing myself for not replacing it before I left. The conclusion I came to last night still held, there was nothing I could do about it now so I’d just have to deal with the outcome. I pulled on suitable dining attire, not bike gear, and went downstairs for breakfast. Again I met the same veryRead More
I woke up in Kempten and the first thing I did was to have a cautious peek out the window. Cautious because I didn’t want to see any rain and my room was directly overlooked by a dozen others. I didn’t want to give any unsuspecting guest more than their share of horror this early in the morning. Wait. Sunshine? What? I pulled on the minimum amount of clothes required to be presentable at breakfast and then proceeded to packRead More
I sat eating breakfast with the other guests, less than a dozen people at this time of year. Mostly (if not all) bikers. We watched the rain move over in worryingly heavy and increasingly persistent sheets and tried to plan our escape, all going in different directions. It seemed inevitable that at least one of us was going to have a very soggy day indeed. I packed up, paid up and said my goodbyes and got on the suspiciously dryRead More