Samuel Beckett’s Harp
Construction work at the Samuel Beckett bridge continues at the docklands. Not pictured; the fences, construction machinery and various warning signs.
Well Deserved
After a good few hours of mad, unchecked creativity, we all needed a pint or three. Chilling out in the Ferryman after the Scott Kelby photowalk in Dublin.
Poor Mans Stereoscopic
The reflection (just can’t get enough of them) in an office window down around the Dublin docklands.
440 on the town
Possibly Julie’s first outing with the Polaroid 440 that some genius got her for her birthday. Some king among men. May all the Gods bless him, wherever he is… (also, just loving that 135 f2L)
The Status
Spotted this and amused myself with how much it looked like a status bar when viewed at the correct angle. Or… maybe not.
Anyone Home?
I’m sure this buzzer worked at some stage. Possibly for about 12 hours the day it was installed at the similarly spray painted apartment building on Windmill Lane.
It’s raining John…
Trying to drive the poor man crazy at the seemingly poor start of the Scott Kelby Photowalk. He wasn’t having any of it. Also, if you’ve never seen two dozen people photographing a tram before, I heartily recommend it. Very entertaining.
Sytner Mini
Near ‘no photograhers land’ at the back of Connolly station during the Scott Kelby Worldwide Photowalk. A lovely red freshly rained on mini.
Our Fearless Beardy Leader
The boss man; John taking a group shot during the Scott Kelby Worldwide photowalk earlier today in Dublin. Great event and some great organisation by John. Cheers for the day out!
Bel. No.6.
Devils in the details of the doors in Dordrecht. A deliberate decision to deliver a dinging and donging depiction. No, not the start of the silly season just yet, don’t all rush out and buy brightly coloured hats and transparent ponchos. Why brightly coloured hats and transparent ponchos? Because I can clearly see your nuts.
Kinderdijk
Just down the road from Bleskensgraaf, where we spent our first few nights. Kinderdijk appears to be the place to go in Holland to see windmills. At least that’s what the car park full of coach tours, campers and cars with foreign registrations suggested. Makes a definite change from what we’d seen up till then, one or two windmills dotted around the landscape.
Powerscourt
Powerscourt house, just off the N11 at Enniskerry in Wicklow. A nice spot for a Sunday (or Saturday in this case) stroll. Nice too are the sweet shops inside the house. Possibly nicest of all is when you get back to the car and get to munch on your purchases! Incidentally, we’re off to Holland for a few days so posting is going to be extra light. But expect lots of windmills n’ stuff on Tuesday or Wednesday!
110 Yards
Recently, it seems like every time I come home there’s a new skirt or handbag, a modification to an existing item of clothing or grand plans drawn up to create something new. It must be great to be creative.
Blowing off the cobwebs
A few highly enjoyable hours spent (not only because it’s the first time in several weeks that I’ve picked up the camera) in a well traveled spot in near Bray. Also, as it happens, near Enniskerry and not too far from a waterfall. Answers on a postcard please…
Cycle to School
Some of the many, many, many many many bikes littered around the grounds of Trinity College. Some appear in active use while others… well, not so much.
Obeying the Rules
Fountainstown, sitting on the rocks at the beach one evening after going down to Cork for the weekend. Can’t help but think of the rule of thirds and how I’ve possibly not followed it’s teachings here. Meh, rules are made to be broken. Especially photography rules.