“T’ra”, a term used interchangeably by some. It can mean either hello, thanks, excuse me or goodbye. The change of plan came on Saturday and after deciding I wouldn’t be spending a third night in the general environs of Chorley, I headed slightly further north to Yorkshire. Found myself a gorgeous B&B in Carleton and spent the day cruising around the Dales getting further sun burnt in an amusing pattern. The above is a straight out of the camera shot from myRead More
The well worn square at the Irish Museum of Modern Art. Kinda.. Hypnotic…
From The Burren, last year. Was going to say ‘back when it was sunny and calm’ but I don’t think it’s ever either of those over there. Shot on Ilford PanF 50 with a red filter. Improperly exposed and not a lot done to try and rescue it from that.
On Summerhill north during the Cork Photowalk, put together by Damien, Pat and Donncha. Huge thanks to all three, very successful event as usual. I can only assume this lady was charging up the hill in training for the ladies mini marathon that took place the next day in the city.
Taken for my sofobomo project, this is in The Burren in Co. Clare. During our weekend on the west coast, I spent a bit of time searching for the right wall, with the right patch of grass beneath it and the right patch of clouds behind it. I’m pretty happy with how this one turned out.
On Dame street, Dublin. Looking out from the city hall, across a courtyard that looks like tetris to a building that looks like tetris. At least they stuck with the theme I suppose.
While doing the rounds in Edinburgh castle.
Following forests gardens and I can’t remember what else, I needed to get back to the beach. Fully intend on visiting one specific beach on travelling back down to Cork for the Blog Awards next month. Mmmmmmm beach rubbish….
Getting the dart down to the seaside, a summertime institution. It’s a little colder and a little greyer now at this seaside at least, but there are still people on the trains as proved by this discarded ticket. The 5D is off to hospital in the UK. I only had it a couple of months when I dropped it during a walk around a forest early last year. Since then, the battery grip had become looser up to the pointRead More
Steps on the pier in Bray, Co. Wicklow. It’s easily been about 4/5 years since I was last in Bray and this time only decided to go there after a quite lost drive around Dalkey and Killiney. It was bloody cold and bloody windy, but I had to get the beach fix I’ve been after for quite a while. The coldness of the wind was soon forgotten after a nice hot chocolate from the happy pear in Greystones though!
The stone with the sad face saved from a fall into the black unknown by a once great grate. Held there, suspended forever in grateness.
Shuffling off your mortal coil. Moving from this life into somewhere (hopefully) more pleasant. I am an Ex-Parrot! Peace and quiet for ever-more, if you disregard the thousands of tourists, at Glendalough in Wicklow.
There were a few of what I can only call ‘craftsmen’ working in Edinburgh Castle when we visited. Some of them were renewing the pathways and public areas in the grounds of the castle. In this case, fresh cobbles were being laid. It was a pleasure to watch the skilled workers laying the stone in uniform patterns, filling in the cracks with cement and polishing the finished areas. It was almost enough to induce a trance. Really could have stayedRead More
Another of my frequent trips to rural graveyards. This one, just outside Midleton on the road to Castlemartyr in east Cork is tucked away at the side of the road next to an infamous biker pub. It’s a small graveyard with a mix of old and new plots. Photogenic old stones leaning over and loads of decorative iron crosses dotted about the stone wall lined cemetery. Is my ever growing tendency to photograph graves a bit too much on theRead More