Welcome to Spanish
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.
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.
Spots and Stripes
Hand selected rocks on Newcastle beach. Only the ones with the best stripes (and spots) will do. Incidentally, some of these now live in my apartment along with a curiously burgerish shaped rock. It was too good to leave behind. Oh how I’ve missed strolling on the beach!
A new photography rule
That rule being, “Always keep a foreground rock handy”. Rocks and their commonplace use in the foregrounds of photos has been a staple foodstuff in my photographic recipe book for a long time. It never fails to draw oooh’s and aaaaah’s from all those who recognise a piece of quality photographic work. Rocks in the foreground. I love them. (I’m going to hold a ‘rocking up your foreground’ weekend course in 2009. Those interested should apply within.)
Walls of Hell
Well, not quite. The very well built and freakishly well maintained walls of Dun Aonghusa fort on Inishmore island. Definitely worth the walk up the hill to see it!