The wonderful, the marvelous, the often copied but never bettered (or battered either) ceiling fish of Glasgow! These monsters are swimming around just inside the door of what I would call the main building of the botanic gardens.. or are they hanging from the ceiling? I haven’t quite made my mind up yet.
Stirling bridge, where (and I may have gotten the biased version) the Scottish beat the hell out of the English some time ago. Nevertheless, a very impressive bridge. Even more so when everything around it was covered in a thick layer of frost. Wish I could have managed the elusive angle with the bridge & river in the foreground and the Wallace monument and snow capped mountains in the background. Next time!
Water ran down the walls leading toward the slipway by the old mine-shafts on the Copper Coast in Waterford. Cold, odd tasting water. Yes, I tasted it. It’s just something I do from time to time. Unless it’s a funny colour.
Watch that last step, it’ll getcha every time…
During golden hour in west Cork. Driving over the mountain on Goats Path on the way back from the lighthouse on Sheeps Head. For a brief moment, a ray of light burst through the cloud.
Down in Currabinny, about 10 minutes from my front door, there’s a wonderful pier that stretches out in the direction of Crosshaven across the water. Crosshaven may sound familiar to some as the host town for the Ford Yacht Club event. Currabinny may sound familiar as the place across the water from it. There’s a nice stony beach and a wonderful storehouse down there too. Never fails to offer some kind of photographic opportunities.
After some light rain, a constant drip falls out of an old green drainpipe on an old green storage shed next to the shoreline. The building, although small and quite nondescript, has provided me with many photo opportunities in the past and will no doubt continue to in the future. For such a small area, the shoreline and pier at Currabinny is a goldmine for landscape and macro photography. At least that’s the way it seems to me…