Wound Up
Wrapped up, patched up. A sail on a small boat resting near the slipway at the dock.
Chewtoy
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?
Barb
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
The Fishbox Ice Rink
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.
Ones Own Garden
The only thing that makes relaxing in ones own back garden anyway less enjoyable is knowing how much work has to be done to it. Or maybe doing the work is the enjoyable part?!? Herein lies the proof that we had at least one day this summer when it didn’t rain. Ahh Irish summers, best subject for complaint ever!
Containment
All that stuff behind that thick sturdy wall being held in by a rickety old wooden door. Imagine that.
Sun Shines Through
Walking around in the dense yet perfectly ordered forest at Glendalough in Wicklow. The forest is not unlike something you’d see in a film. Possibly something with hobbitses or the likes.
On The Fence
Sitting on the fence, enjoying the sunshine and sea air at Hook Head in Wexford.
Grow
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?
What Goes Around
An abandoned Ferris wheel at the fairground in Tramore, Waterford. Going around and around with nobody on board, nobody enjoying the ride. Could hardly blame them, it was cold, rainy day. Personally I’d be more of a fair weather customer, but I guess if you’re prepared for whatever the weather may throw at you, it doesn’t really matter either way.
A Dogs Life
You sleep more or less all day, only getting up to eat. You get taken out for walks to burn off all that energy and then you go home and go back to sleep. Your every need is taken care of. Free bed & board. You never need to work and you’re never in debt. You never owe anything to anyone. People will think you’re cute even when you don’t try to be. You’ll never have any complicated relationships orRead More
Lucky For Some
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
Quod Me Nutrit Me Destruit
Watch that last step, it’ll getcha every time…
Button Pusher
Old machinery, left unused in a quiet spot in Dunmore East, Waterford. Buttons seized from lack of manipulation. Maybe someone lost the manual? Even old machinery, when operated by the right person, can still do marvellous things (don’t ya know!)
Hook
Hook Head, sunshine. First trip there and last of the sunshine. Almost. I wanted to go to Hook Head for years but never quite made it. As with many things, the wait made the experience of finally getting there all the better. Will definitely be back there. Ahh Hook Head, I’ve got you under my skin.
Lie Down
Get comfortable. Don’t worry, the train will be here soon. Best viewed dark. Very very dark.
Departing This Life
Shuffling off your mortal coil. Moving from this life into somewhere (hopefully) more pleasant. I am an Ex-Parrot! Peace and quiet for ever-more, if you disregard the thousands of tourists, at Glendalough in Wicklow.
Long Shadows
Golden hour on the beach at Rocky Bay. A slightly less suggestive version of a later photo involving an L lens and a cunning piece of positioning. Oooh err missus.