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.
Read moreAn 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.
Read moreDo any of my visitors watch Rescue Me? It’s been one of my favorite things on TV since it started so it was a bit of a buzz to stand here (this scene is used in the opening credits). It was more about simply standing there than recording it artistically in a photograph…
Read moreThe Rockafeller Plaza, where if you’re not careful while using a fantastically wide lens, you’ll end up getting the buildings behind you in the frame. Or becoming quite dizzy. Or both…
Read moreMattie Griffin doing his stuff in the pouring rain at Japfest in Mondello park at the start of September. The weather didn’t stop him from putting on an amazing show, performing stunts that other (possibly sane) people wouldn’t attempt on a bone dry road. More from Japfest in the coming days.
Read moreWhen crossing the Brooklyn bridge, it’s important to keep to the right of the white line. I learned this after seeing several tourists nearly getting taken out by locals cycling by at breakneck speeds. Also, I’ve become unimaginably attached to my sigma 12-24 already 🙂
Read moreDecember 2000. Ireland. Carrigaline to be precise. White stuff on the ground. Possibly snow. We hadn’t seen it in so long that we weren’t really sure. Nevertheless, there were snowballs made, many photos taken on crappy old 35mm compact camera (my first camera). A walk to the top of the world and back again. It’s […]
Read moreSeptember 2002. A trip out to Sherkin Island with Kev and Foss to swim (or paddle shin deep in my case), play football on the beach, take some photos and just enjoy the sun. Didn’t think I’d be back here only 7 seemingly short years later for Kev’s stag party. Then, the confirmation came that […]
Read moreFebruary 2003. For the longest time I’d wanted to try snow boarding. After several hours of falling on my arse and faceplanting into the suspiciously hard snow, I began to feel I’d never be a pro. I did manage to sustain a standing position for a few minutes though, during which this photo was taken. […]
Read moreFebruary 2003. My first visit to Canada also brought me to California for a week. It was, as you may expect, a week packed with as many tourist activities as one could possibly squeeze into such a relatively short period of time. I’ve neglected the blog a bit for the last couple of weeks but […]
Read moreApril 2003. One of the friendly and amazingly soft pawed ring tailed lemurs at Fota Island Wildlife Park in Cork. This was back when they’d come down out of the trees and run around visitors legs, hoping one of them might have a packet of crisps or a banana or something. On all my subsequent […]
Read moreJune 2003. Whilst at a very loose end one day and wanting to clear the head of unpleasant thoughts, I invented the tour which shall forever be known as the “Solstice Sojourn”. Started at home in Carrigaline, west taking in Bandon, Clonakilty, Skibbereen, Schull, Leap, Sheeps Head, Bantry, Glengarriff and a few other towns that […]
Read moreJune 2003. Back when I first got my (what I would now refer to as) first proper digital camera I tried out more or less everything with limited success. It was only when I tried everything that I really started lusting after a DSLR. And so the cycle of expense and gear porn begins. Here […]
Read moreJuly 2003. Clearly not designed for the well-being of anyone’s livers. Several of us took off to Kenmare and rented a holiday home for a few days. There was a lot of fishing, a lot of drinking and a medium amount of falling into the lake while fishing done. There were people accused of being […]
Read moreFebruary 2004. Got some free tickets to my first bike show. Held at the RDS, it gave me chance to drool over the latest and greatest that I couldn\’t afford and made me realise that even if I diet extensively that I\’ll never properly fit on a Ducati sport bike. That was over 5 years […]
Read moreJuly 2004. Before taking the bus sized bike on the voyage to France, I hit upon the Bubblegum Run. It’s an annual event in Dublin’s biker calendar that (if I remember correctly as it was some years ago) starts at Mansion house in the city centre and makes it’s way out to Mondello park in […]
Read moreAugust 2004. Having bought a great big monster of a tourer, I came to the decision to take it around France on a 2,500 mile round trip down the west coast and back up the midlands to Paris. France really is an odd country. I’d never been there before and I think next time I’d […]
Read moreApril 2005. A very, very, very large boat docks in Ringaskiddy (about 5/6 mins drive from Carrigaline) and offloads a bunch of presumably wealthy tourists for a few days. This was taken just before it’s departure, which was also a grand affair that saw many locals, including local journalists, come out to record for posterity. […]
Read moreApril 2005. Always one of the places I’d take the bike to for a spin in the evenings or weekends, Charlesfort and it’s neighbour Jamesfort across the harbour are popular spots. That used to be just so I could go sit in the sunshine for a few minutes or to consume whatever I’d bought in […]
Read moreApril 2005. Before being boarded up, wrapped in scaffolding and having very large ‘no entry, prosecution blah blah blah’ signs posted at it’s gates some years ago, Castlefreake was, as it’s name suggests, a freaky spot to visit. At one stage the basement, including the tunnel pictured, was in complete darkness. Hence, I wouldn’t go […]
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