An arrow points the way for walkers near Wine Strand on the Dingle Peninsula. Across the water is Ballydavid or Baile na nGall.
Beautiful clear skies, lovely calm water. Ideal weather.
The town of Dingle, or “An Daingean” as it’s officially known as now. The name change has upset many local people who mourn the loss of their identity and fear that the brand recognition of the name Dingle will be lost on (mostly American) tourists who flock here through out the summer.
The 2005 Placenames Order changed the name and it’s an utterly silly law. Yes the town is in an Gaeltacht, the Irish speaking part of the country. Yes, more people (hopefully?) speak Irish in those parts than in others, but a region does not survive on it’s own without interaction with non-Irish speaking people. I’m all in favour of An Gaeilge but this law is wrong.
Luckily, locals have stencilled the word “Dingle” back onto most signage but they missed a few signs here and there.
Shadows from unseen clouds leave their mark on the ground telling of their passage through the heavens.
Shot on Wine Strand, Co. Kerry, looking across the bay.
Tough grass that’s lovely and springy to walk on edge to the horizon where a cloud floats serenely in the blue sky. Life is good!
This is taken close to this photo of the same slope but the mood is completely different.
An old fence follows the road off into the distance at Wine Strand in the Dingle Peninsular, Co. Kerry.
Lines, lines everywhere, I love lines!
The tough grass by a beach in Kerry grows thick on this hill, bounded by a wire fence to keep curious people like myself at bay!
This is an experiment for me. I thought the b/w treatment would work well as the image is full of texture, lines and shadow. What do you think? Another similar one to follow tomorrow.
The Irish Flag, or Tricolour hangs outside the Muskerry Arms Pub in Blarney. More here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flag_of_Ireland
The beautiful weather recently provided a perfect opportunity to shoot outside. Yay!
Teens sit around on the limestone blocks on Oliver Plunkett Street, Cork. That’s the Post Office in the background and the infamous Hi-B Bar to the left where you can be thrown out or verbally abused if the eccentric owner doesn’t like the look of you!