After promptly educating us, as he so often would, about why a certain place was called what it was, we strolled on down past Porchfield toward Newtown. The incredibly sad news came earlier this evening that Danny (of www.porchfield.com) passed away earlier today. A man of endless kindness and furious wit, he will be sadly missed by all who ever came into contact with him.
Back from the blog awards in Galway on Saturday. Well, actually got back yesterday afternoon but ended up sleeping for the rest of the day. Once again an epic session organised superbly well by Damien and his regular band of helpers, assistants and whatever you’re having yourself. Roll on IBA2011 I guess?
An evening stroll on the deserted beach at Spanish Point in Clare. This reminds me that I need to break out the Bronica again very soon.
Tune up and warm up for the parade under strict direction.
Preparing for the Dublin parade at Parnell Square. Little bit different this year; Instead of shooting the parade, we got to shoot the before scene.
Another from the Sally Gap, as if you haven\’t had enough already. Nothing too ‘Saint Patricksy’ for today, mostly because going into the other room and plugging in the external drive seems like too much work. Yes, I’m that lazy.
Sally Gap, last weekend. One of the first spots where you can pull the car over and look out over the hills. Until of course some tourists in a rental car trying to park behind you almost break both your legs. Nice day overall though.
Take away the bugs, toads, give her a pair of wellies and I’m sure she’d be right at home.
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!
Takeoff from the high wall of the vine border and off to the branches of a nearby tree.
We met this cheery little fella up at Bective Abbey on Sunday morning. He trotted down the road to meet us, followed along by our side for a while then went on his merry way up a grassy lane.
Distant relative of the swans, here stands the most menacing sheep you’ll ever lay eyes on. Not small, just far away. Menacing all the same though
Brogans, Trim. After the chilly photowalk came a nice hot dinner and a few cold pints. Neopan 1600 pushed to 3200. Came out quite well, apart from the crappy scanning.
Another from Newtown Cemetery in Trim and the first of the film. Took alomst as long to remove the dust from a few shots as it did to scan three 36exp rolls. Should really clean the scanner.
Making my way downstairs from yesterdays shot. There’s something about this area of the castle that both the Bronica and the panf really, really liked.
Finally developed and scanned a couple of rolls of PanF 50 from Charleville last year. Wouldn’t ya know it, grabbed the Bronica, stuck it on the tripod and headed straight for the stairs. Predictable or what?
The morning after the night in Brogans and the 9:30am Sunday breakfast. Bective Abbey, near Trim. Only a few braved the hangovers. More importantly though, breakfast at 9:30am on a Sunday? That’s inhumane!!
The cemetery at Newtown in Trim where you can be cured of your wartyness. Simply bring a safety pin and deposit at the grave of Sir Lucas Dillion and his wife. I didn’t bring a pin so I can’t test the theory.
The well worn square at the Irish Museum of Modern Art. Kinda.. Hypnotic…