IMMA has become more or less that; A place to bring new or recently dusted off camera gear for a stroll around the grounds. No cat photos and not a focus chart in sight. Just a few from this visit before I drag and drop the set into the abyss that is the 2011 archive.
Music to grow up with in the beds at Airfield farm. Brilliant photowalk today, loads of great people and the first photowalk I think I’ve ever been to that was an all-inclusive family event for many photobloggers that usually end up coming out on their own. Many thanks to the staff at Airfield for accommodating our large (40+) group today.
No, not that Trim, that\’s the weekend after next. This trim is the one they’ve given the hedges in the IMMA gardens. Testing out how close the 50 f1.8 on the A-1 would focus. This close apparently. Loving the neopan. Next I have to test some 100 iso ilford stuff
Back! Spent much of the last week working in London sans photos and therefore the photoblog was sans update. However, I’m back now! This is another of the botanic gardens macros, and one I’m quite happy with. Back to Cork tomorrow, first time being so far south in over a week. That’s a bit mad…
Fallen from the tree, perhaps knocked off by a careless tourist, but still looking rather healthy while lying in the middle of a cold steel grated floor. Sometimes, when you think nothing good can be made of a bad situation, you have to take a step back (and in this case a crouch down) to get the full picture. And then crop a bit.
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!
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?
After a couple of days in Edinburgh, walking from the hotel to the shops wore thin. So, onto a tour bus and to indulge further in the touristy thang. The Botanic Gardens was the first stop on our whirlwind tour, best part of which was the very large series of glasshouses. Condensation tried it’s best to get the better of my lenses, but I managed to get a few shots in between swearing at the hot/cold/humid/dry rooms. Damn nature, whyRead More