I’m always looking for new ways to photograph the glass roof of the greenhouses at the Botanic Gardens. I usually come home with more photos of the bloody roof than I do of the plants. Imagine, going to a botanic garden to take photos of plants?!? Madness!
I’m tempted to say “St. Kevins” in Donadea. But I don’t actually know. Saint something or others. An eerie feeling accompanies this shot. The thought that while peering through the lens at the scene a face from inside the glass would pop out and stare back. I braved it out and took the shot anyway. And yes, I watch too much TV.
Last one of the year, a quick post while getting ready to go out on New Years Eve. Also possibly the last one of the roof of the Glasgow Botanic Gardens I’ll post for a while. I’ll try to keep my roof fetish down to a dull roar in future. So, 2008 is on the way out and 2009 will be with us in a few small hours. No resolutions, just hopes and wishes. Whatever you’re up to tonight, haveRead More
The wonderful, the marvelous, the often copied but never bettered (or battered either) ceiling fish of Glasgow! These monsters are swimming around just inside the door of what I would call the main building of the botanic gardens.. or are they hanging from the ceiling? I haven’t quite made my mind up yet.
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