No, not the place Jaffa Cakes are made. Unfortunately. Cork’s Half Moon Street, just around the corner from the Opera house and across the road from the Cork City cherry coke emporium. Leading up to the photowalk, the week is now more than half over. Only a couple more days to go. YJCM3FU8H448
“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 …
Dordrecht, over a year ago. Time for another holiday I think.
Somewhere in NYC, downtown I think. Going through all the shots from New York that I still haven’t processed, now nearly a year later.
Takeoff from the high wall of the vine border and off to the branches of a nearby tree.
More Velvia, this time from the Howth film meetup that took place a long, long time ago. Very little processing to be done on this one thankfully, just a few spots of dust and the odd tiny hair. Need a clean place to dry my negs!
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.
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 …
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.
Climbing the walls before the blog awards in Dublin last year. Then, not so much. Mmmm, pints.
After a walk around city hall (and a spot of rain which lead to a much needed cup of coffee), I stopped here for a moment while all around me everything was dripping wet, glistening and waiting to be photographed.
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!
All that stuff behind that thick sturdy wall being held in by a rickety old wooden door. Imagine that.
Sitting on the fence, enjoying the sunshine and sea air at Hook Head in Wexford.