Having been after a medium format camera for quite a while, I picked up a Bronica ETRS during the week. Got some film for it at Focus on Imaging last Tuesday, spent the weekend shooting and an hour or two on Sunday afternoon developing. More learning to develop first. Yes, I\’d never developed a roll of film before today. Well, not ‘the old fashioned way’ anyway. I’ve done hundreds of rolls of 35mm using automated mini-labs. Very pleased with theRead More
Looking for a specific donkey at the sanctuary in Liscarroll in north Cork. Turned out she was a huffy cow.. err, donkey. In other, very unrelated news, pixie have finalised an amazing package for bloggers, photobloggers and pixie users for the St. Patricks day festival in Dublin. Details on the pixie blog. Big thanks due to the Guinness Storehouse and Canon. Roll on the fun!
My first ever trip up to the top of the Shandon bells! Err, and I’ve lived in Cork for how long exactly? Don’t feel too bad though, it was Donncha’s first time up there too. We were both in awe. Deaf awe. Those bells are damn loud. Especially when there\’s a little kid mercilessly pulling on the ropes several floors down.
This is the one where I thank everyone for the kind words, where I thank pix.ie for sponsoring, thank Damien for organising yet another amazing blog awards, thank all that it is that inspired me (good and bad) to take the photos that you see on this blog and thank God that after 3 years, I finally won the damn thing!
Tattered and torn bull-rushes swaying in the breeze. Wait, there was no breeze. Swaying for effect then. Either way, they’re in the Gearagh in west Cork and I sank a few inches into the murky depths while taking this photo. Those shoes were later finally executed on a very cold holiday in Canada. Damn good shoes.. damn good.
Soundcheck at Spy last night. Some very cool music (although still not too sure about the Rolf Harris) and cake. Yes, cake. May just have to go back. Similarly to everyone else that’s getting ready to pack up and hit the road, we’re heading Leeside for a long weekends blog awarding and catching up with folks. See whoever’s going at the awards tomorrow night!
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.
Lonesome tyre, went off-road all by itself. No driver to guide it, it quickly lost it’s bearings and could not find it’s way out of the forest. Approach with caution, it’s off it’s rim…
The interior of Alexander Nevsky Church in central Sofia. After a few days of ceaseless chatter in various languages and all the associated too’ing and fro’ing of work, it was a welcome experience to be able to sit, be quiet and enjoy the cavernous interior of this church, lit only by candles (and bulbs that were supposed to look like candles).
Being shown around the old part of Bratislava earlier in the week. Only a couple of square miles, but such an amazing wealth of photographic opportunities. It’s everything I expected Sofia would be but turned out to be the exact opposite. Ah well.
Back from latest travels to Slovakia and the 5D is back from hospital. So pretty much all sorted for the blog awards this time next week. Can’t wait!
Not quite. Last week I was in Sofia. Then I came home for the weekend. Then I flew out again on Tuesday to Bratislava (via Ryanair). Business Class… What’s that?
After a walk around city hall (and a spot of rain which lead to a much needed cup of coffee), I stopped here for a moment while all around me everything was dripping wet, glistening and waiting to be photographed.
What, on further investigation, appeared to be a newsagent of sorts. Could’ve fooled me…
Ireland’s Eye, just a short rowing boat ride off the coast of Howth and still full of deadly, deadly seagulls. Damn those seagulls.. Damn them all to hell.
Making notes on the flight home on Thursday. Spent much of the last week working in Sofia, Bulgaria and very glad to be leaving to return to Dublin. The city is… well.. not what I expected to say the least. Strike it off your holiday destination list. More of that particular rant later perhaps. Also missed all of the damn snow. Went to Bulgaria fully expecting to be ball deep in the fluffy white stuff (that’s snow, not cocaine vicar)Read More
Taken a lifetime ago, this vibrant blue moss grows from time to time on the half dead trees at the Gearagh, just outside Macroom in west Cork. To the best of my knowledge, the Gearagh is a man made lake, created by the construction of the hydroelectric dam further down the river Lee, just outside Cork city. I am open to correction though!