Abandoned Picnic

Abandoned Picnic
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.

Day Out

Day Out
Howth beach. A grand day out while the sun shines. Tides out so plenty of beach to play on. But don’t walk on those ripples of sand for too long in your bare feet or they’ll start to hurt. Or.. at least that’s my experience. Although I don’t think I ever successfully flew a kite. Deprived childhood don’t ya know.

Crumbling Castles

Crumbling Castles
A castle on Fountainstown beach built with the stony sand mixture, which is all that’s available at high tide. One of the best beaches for ‘beach stuff’ (i.e. flotsam or litter), possibly only second to the strip of beaches and rocks you’d travel if you were to walk between Fountainstown and Myrtleville beaches.

Chewtoy

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?

What Goes Around

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.

Lucky For Some

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 at length about fate, destiny and whatnot. Spare yourselves…

Rocky Bay

Rocky Bay
Where I was going to go today but ended up drinking beer & watching TV instead. A lovely relaxing Sunday; I was due one. This is your bog standard landscape really, I just thought it was particularly postable right about now given that the weather doesn’t really know what it’s doing from one day/hour to the next. Now, there’s a bottle of Hoegaarden in the fridge with my name on it. I’ll be off.

Actually, Donncha is organising another photowalk. This time it\’s a bit further out in Doneraile park in north Cork. Details are on his blog. I’ll definately be getting to this one!