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  • A Leg-up at Dawstown

    The man in the blue jacket has both hands on the jockey’s left boot, mid heave, and number 37 is halfway between earth and saddle. It’s neither one place nor the other. I love the awkward physics of a leg-up. It looks ungainly until you remember it’s the only sensible way to get a small, light human onto an animal that tall without a mounting block.

    I have no idea how this jockey and horse did on the day. The photo is from 2024.


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  • The Hen Party in Full Stride

    Five young women walking along a Katowice street at night during a hen party; the bride-to-be on the right wears a short white dress, a tiara with veil and a sash reading "Bride to Be"; her friends wear dark dresses, two also wearing small tiaras, with a lit-up restaurant terrace and bystanders behind them.

    I caught this one on a warm Saturday night in Katowice a few years ago. Somewhere on the Mariacka strip where every other doorway is a bar and the pavement is essentially a parade route. Five women in a loose flying-V, the bride-to-be in white on the right with a tiara, a veil and a sash that does the introductions for her. It’s the kind of group you hear before you see.

    I love that it’s not posed: one’s mid-laugh, they’re all mid-stride, the leader has her arm out like she’s parting the Red Sea, and the rest have an assortment of expressions. The night was still young.

    Shot wide and low so the restaurant lights smear across the back, which felt right for the energy.

    Katowice doesn’t get much love from travel guides next to Kraków and Wrocław, but on a Saturday night it was alive and buzzing with activity.


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  • Three on the Sand at Foz do Lizandro

    Foz do Lizandro is one of those beaches where the Atlantic doesn’t let you forget it’s the Atlantic. Even on a bright spring day, the surf comes in heavy and the water is properly cold. I caught this little scene from up the beach: mum framing the wave on her phone, dad watching, holding a baby in his arms (a leg is sticking out on his left), and a young woman in a long striped dress walking barefoot along the wet sand, completely in her own world. Three lives, three small reasons to be standing on this stretch of sand enjoying the surf.

    The waves along here really were spectacular. A sight to behold.

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  • A Siamang and Her Little Passenger

    The siamang barely moved while I framed the shot. Two long arms hooked around the timber, and then a bundle of jet-black fur with two enormous eyes peering up. I’d wandered over to Fota’s gibbon island half-expecting the usual whooping chorus, but instead caught this quieter scene: mum holding her ground in a patch of sun, baby latched on to her.

    The light caught the auburn glints in her coat and the tiny one’s startled little face, and I had maybe three seconds before she swung off into the shadows.


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  • The Patient Watchers of Fota Wildlife Park

    Photo of a grey heron standing in profile on a dark mesh enclosure roof, lit by warm side light against a deep shadowy background, with detailed grey and white plumage and a long orange beak.

    Two herons, two very different moods. The first one had clambered up into the bare branches like it owned the place, scruffy chest plumes blowing about and that sharp yellow eye scanning the park below.

    The second was posing in profile on the netting above one of the enclosures, side-lit by late sun that caught every layer of grey and white in its plumage. Fota is full of exotic species you’ve travelled to see, and then you spend ten minutes photographing the local heron because it simply will not stop being photogenic.


    Apertureƒ/6.3
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    Focal length600mm
    ISO200
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  • Silk and Stone: A Long Exposure at Santa Cruz

    I scrambled out onto the rocks at Santa Cruz in Portugal taking photos of various views and then climbed up to a rock platform where I was greeted with this view in front of me. I had an ND filter, but no proper tripod, only a small “plate tripod” that just about did its job of stabilising the camera for 5 seconds. It was a difficult job finding a flat surface to place it on in this area!

    The Atlantic had gone from a churning, hissing mess to this smeared, milky surface that looks almost solid. The cliffs on the left held steady, of course, all those layers of ochre and rust glowing
    under a flat, hazy sky that refused to commit to either bright or grey.

    A figure perched on the rock just below me, completely oblivious, which was a small bonus as it gives you a sense of just how big these cliffs really are. Santa Cruz was quiet on this late April afternoon but the sea was anything but that, so a glacial shutter speed was called for.


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  • Paul Young and Jamie Moses, eyes closed and lost in it

    I had a fifth-row seat for Paul Young at St. Luke’s last night. It was sold out, so it was worth getting in early for the “From No Parlez to The Secret Of Association” tour. The clue was in the billing: this was pitched as intimate conversation plus acoustic versions, not a greatest-hits run-through. Judging by the chatter and occasional heckling that drifted up from the rows behind me, plenty of the room hadn’t read that bit.

    Forty years on from a debut album that went straight to number one and a follow-up that did the same, Paul’s voice has paid a toll for his long career, and you can hear it but the stories more than carried the evening. The one that stuck with me was him describing the Freddie Mercury tribute concert at Wembley in 1992, looking up at that crowd clapping in unison, and feeling like he got to be Freddie Mercury for five minutes. He’s also still moonlighting in his tex-mex outfit Los Pacaminos, which somehow makes complete sense once you’ve spent an evening in his company. Treat it like a night in someone’s front room rather than a concert and it’s a lovely time.

    St. Luke’s was built in 1837 as a Church of Ireland parish church and was gutted by fire in 1887 before being rebuilt. It was deconsecrated in 2003 and reopened as a community arts and music venue, which is why a 19th-century Cork church now regularly hosts eighties pop stars and indie acts under its restored timber roof.


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  • Above the Clouds, Below the Dawn

    Window seats earn their keep on flights like this one. We were somewhere north of Lisbon, climbing north towards Ireland, when the sun decided to put on a show off the right-hand side of the aircraft.

    The horizon went from a deep, almost bruised red, up through that signature aviation orange, and finally settled into a clean morning blue at the top of the frame. That single wispy cloud hanging across the middle felt almost too well placed — like it had been brushed in afterwards. Shooting through a scratched, double-glazed plastic window is never ideal, but every now and then the light is generous enough that the window stops mattering. This was one of those mornings.

    Worth the early alarm getting up early for a flight to Stansted and then on to Cork.


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    CameraILCE-7RM5
    Focal length141mm
    ISO160
    Shutter speed1/160s

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  • The Diego Effect at Bantry Market

    You can tell a dog has just walked past by the geometry of the smiles. Two heads turning at the same angle, the kid in the patterned fleece still oblivious, a smoothie stall behind them advertising Mango Mix and Berry Bliss like it’s any other Friday.

    Diego is a small chihuahua and entirely unaware that he’s a one-dog charm offensive. He just trots along beside me at Bantry market and the world rearranges itself around him. I didn’t pose this. I didn’t even ask. I was a step behind with the camera, saw the moment unfold, and got it before either lad turned back to whatever they were chatting about.


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    CameraILCE-7RM5
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    Shutter speed1/800s

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  • Pop Art and Pocket Screens

    Daniel Buren’s wall at Tottenham Court Road does most of the work for you. It’s fifty feet of saturated circles and diamonds, all bouncing off those merciless black-and-white stripes.

    I just had to wait. Two strangers soon obliged: he slumped against a blue diamond mid-text, and she tucked into a green circle taking what looked like a fairly stoic phone call. Neither registered the technicolour cathedral behind them, which is the bit I love. London’s at its best when an artwork worth millions becomes the wallpaper for a moan about being late. Exit 4, Charing Cross Road, way out though you could argue the people in the frame had already mentally left.


    Apertureƒ/6.3
    CameraILCE-7M3
    Focal length16mm
    ISO4000
    Shutter speed1/500s

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  • Flamenco Frills on a Valencian Pavement

    Valencia in late October had just been rinsed by a quick shower, and the pavement was still glossy when this little party walked past me.

    The two women had gone all-in on the traje de flamenca. The ruffles stacked like waves, fresh blooms pinned into their hair, and a peach-coloured shawl folded neatly over one arm. The gentlemen kept it simpler: black suits, red ties, and what look like cofradía medallions hanging from green ribbons.


    Apertureƒ/4
    CameraILCE-7M3
    Focal length35mm
    ISO12800
    Shutter speed1/500s

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  • A Quiet Evening in Kinsale

    Even on a calm evening when I took this photo, a moored boat moves about if given enough time. This long exposure shows the slight movements that show the water isn’t quite as still.

    There’s no wind to speak of, the surface looks like polished slate, and yet the boat is nodding away to itself, tethered to that bright red buoy like a child trying to stand still for a school photo.


    Apertureƒ/8
    CameraILCE-7RM5
    Focal length24mm
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    Shutter speed4s

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