Until I actually produce some new images in 2012 (I haven’t picked up the camera at all this year yet), I’m not going to stray too far from safe ground. The safe ground is currently Velvia. Going back over the old images I should have blogged months and sometimes years ago, I found these images …
Grabbed this on my way out the door to work yesterday morning. Had I actually thought about what I was doing, I’d have put the 70-200 on Julie’s 5D2 and not my own 5D. It all went a bit wonky in post processing. It’s a bit of an odd feeling, going from shooting a photo …
The end of the Visit Dublin photowalk.
Out and about again on the helicopter thanks to John Nugent at Newcastle Aerodrome. Much brighter and clearer up there this time, as you’ll find out over the coming days…
One fine day in Scotland.
Taken during the Visit Dublin photowalk a couple of weekends back. The start of the processing that needs to be done for this batch.
Getting to the summit the easy way, inside a rather small gondola. In the distance, where we started in the car park. Not pictured, where we were going. A beautiful sunny but cold day and a fantastic view awaited us at the top. The more I look at all the Scotland photos in lightroom, the …
i.e. what I’d go back over there in. I think I left my phone charger somewhere between Stirling and Fort William, I better go back over and spend 20 years looking for it.
I dunno.. something different? This was lurking in my archives and I’m in a kind of ‘what can I do with this?’ mood. ‘Not much’ is the answer by the way.
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.
Ready to save a life. Perpetually pooped on by passing gulls the size of Ford Fiestas. The old model. Marks the start of what is turning into an ever more treacherous stroll across the rocks from Fountainstown to Myrtleville. Makes it all the more enjoyable.
Back to Inishmore for one. On a cycle around (part of) the island, we came across this dock area for fishing boats. Who can resist fishing nets and piles of worn rope? Not me anyway. Taken back in August. Seems like so much has happened since then. Well, so much has happened since then!
Sitting on the fence, enjoying the sunshine and sea air at Hook Head in Wexford.