As if an excuse was needed to bring the bike out for a spin on a somewhat pleasant Sunday, we ended up at Donadea forest, as did much of the rest of Kildare as it turned out. No sooner had we walked into the park than I was bitten by something very large and orange coloured yet even fearing an almost certain agonising death I soldiered on to put some 1’s and 0’s on the memory card. It turned out to be a lovely day down there and the threat of rain was just that and nothing more. Of course, every time you go to the woods, a wood elf jumps into the frame and completely throws off your auto focus. Inevitable.
X100 use update for anyone that’s interested; I’ve forgotten where my 5D is…
Couldn’t help but think of The Planters Daughter when taking this. All the horror of my tattered leaving cert poetry book came flooding back. Damn you Clarke, and the rest!
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.
An overdue visit to Avondale a couple of weeks ago. Everything is starting to turn various shades of brown and gold, much to Julie’s delight. Almost time for a drive back down the Sally Gap with some velvia and the wide lens.
Strolling around Currabinny woods with the lensbaby. It seems like a hell of a long time since I’ve been out and actually taken any photos, or even had the inclination to do so…
One of my favourite parts of the whole ‘Gougane Barra’ experience. This is the forest, not too far from the car park. There’s something about the trees there that even when it’s heaving with the tourist masses during the summer months, it has an odd kind of calm about it. Maybe it’s the goblins and such?
Lonesome tyre, went off-road all by itself. No driver to guide it, it quickly lost it’s bearings and could not find it’s way out of the forest. Approach with caution, it’s off it’s rim…
Further evidence, as if the cold and darker evenings weren’t proof enough, that the seasons are changing. Depths of winter are closing in fast and hey, there are only (insert ever decreasing number here) more shopping days left until Christmas! We were last along this road when everything was lush and green and it’s fantastic to see it again in various shades of browns, coppers and golds. If you’re in the area, I’d strongly suggest a drive down there.
Walking around in the dense yet perfectly ordered forest at Glendalough in Wicklow. The forest is not unlike something you’d see in a film. Possibly something with hobbitses or the likes.