Devils in the details of the doors in Dordrecht. A deliberate decision to deliver a dinging and donging depiction. No, not the start of the silly season just yet, don’t all rush out and buy brightly coloured hats and transparent ponchos. Why brightly coloured hats and transparent ponchos? Because I can clearly see your nuts.
Just down the road from Bleskensgraaf, where we spent our first few nights. Kinderdijk appears to be the place to go in Holland to see windmills. At least that’s what the car park full of coach tours, campers and cars with foreign registrations suggested. Makes a definite change from what we’d seen up till then, one or two windmills dotted around the landscape.
Powerscourt house, just off the N11 at Enniskerry in Wicklow. A nice spot for a Sunday (or Saturday in this case) stroll. Nice too are the sweet shops inside the house. Possibly nicest of all is when you get back to the car and get to munch on your purchases! Incidentally, we’re off to Holland for a few days so posting is going to be extra light. But expect lots of windmills n’ stuff on Tuesday or Wednesday!
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.
A few highly enjoyable hours spent (not only because it’s the first time in several weeks that I’ve picked up the camera) in a well traveled spot in near Bray. Also, as it happens, near Enniskerry and not too far from a waterfall. Answers on a postcard please…
Some of the many, many, many many many bikes littered around the grounds of Trinity College. Some appear in active use while others… well, not so much.
Fountainstown, sitting on the rocks at the beach one evening after going down to Cork for the weekend. Can’t help but think of the rule of thirds and how I’ve possibly not followed it’s teachings here. Meh, rules are made to be broken. Especially photography rules.
Taken for my sofobomo project, this is in The Burren in Co. Clare. During our weekend on the west coast, I spent a bit of time searching for the right wall, with the right patch of grass beneath it and the right patch of clouds behind it. I’m pretty happy with how this one turned out.
Shandon in Cork at the time of the blog awards earlier this year. Digging into the archives yet again and still avoiding scanning that stack of negatives slowly gathering dust.
Strolling around Currabinny woods with the lensbaby. It seems like a hell of a long time since I’ve been out and actually taken any photos, or even had the inclination to do so…
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.
Many many moons ago, when staying in Montreal. Always been housed by Caroline without so much as a grumble or an eye rolled. I’m not the easiest person to invite into your home for weeks on end, but she’s always done so with a smile. Very grateful for that. Very very grateful. Montreal is fantastic. Only ever gone there in winter when it’s covered in a thick layer of snow and ice (and around minus thirty degrees Celsius). I’m dueRead More
Spending a few days around Cork & Kerry shooting a mixture of Velvia, Neopan and PanF. After (very successfully) developing three rolls of Velvia so far, I have to say that I’m in love. It’s a pain to develop but it’s just too worth it. This is the top of the hill at Barley Lake between Kenmare & Bantry. The lake is behind me somewhere. Must dev those last three rolls soon.
The Grand Parade in Cork. Lights that have been there for a while now, just starting to blend in with the surroundings. Until of course, they turn on. Jesus I’d love a cheese & onion pie from Lennox’s right about now.
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 of thoughtlessly discarded waste on any visit to the spot. Also shot with Al’s lensbaby.
Having had a walk around Blackrock Market and seeing a man (who likes his disco music) about some badges, we took a break from the hard work in Starbucks to enjoy some coffee and as it happens, polaroids. As usual, I opted for the very large mocha. Mmm, Sundays…
So I’ve not been around here in the last few days. Updating has gotten rather slack and I blame at least 67% of that on trying to get my SoFoBoMo ’09 book done on time. Time which runs out tomorrow. Thankfully, that’s no longer an issue. My PDF is all built & uploaded, a whole day ahead of schedule. Miracle! Now I can (have to) get back to regularly updating here. The backlog of photos I have to process (andRead More