Pull the river back a few metres and London grows a beach. I caught this stretch of Thames foreshore at low tide, the water was a proper builder’s-tea brown, the City stacked up behind like someone had emptied a box of glass towers. I love springer spaniels, so I had to photograph this.

A surfer, fresh out of the water, with her body board while a couple nearby walk and photograph the beach. What you might notice from the waves and the way the dress of the woman on the far left is whipped about is the wind. No wonder surfers love this part of the world! This…

A quarter of a second is all it takes to turn a busy footpath into a river of ghosts. I planted myself on Henry Street, dropped the shutter speed right down, and let the lunchtime crowd smear themselves across the frame while the New Yorker models behind them stayed pin-sharp and perfectly bored. It’s the…

I was waiting on Henry Street and spotted the deep shadows cast by the buildings, so it occurred to me that silhouettes would become a good subject for a photo. Luckily, a Deliveroo cyclist came along then and I captured him motionless as he rode past.

I was surprised to see a news stand on O’Connell Street. It was just outside Eason’s too, where they sell newspapers and magazines as well. What caught my eye first was the news stand, but then the man extending his arm with his phone to pay for his purchase. A new form of payment for…

A single weather-beaten log, marooned on the foreshore. It was nudged back and forth by the waves coming in and out but in the moment this photo was taken, the sky was reflected in wet sand and the log was beached. Safe from the incoming waters.

This is a small section of O’Sullivan’s Cascade in Kerry. The lovely sound of the water falling through the rocks is soothing. The picturesque scene in front of me does the opposite as I worry about composition and, “Did I get a good photo of that?”

Last night was our second time seeing Showdown – The ELO Experience play at Cyprus Avenue, and I think they might even have been even better than the previous time!

Groynes in the sand as the water rushes away to do battle with another wave coming in. The ever-present push and pull of the tide, defeated for some time at least by these wooden posts.

A scarlet-railed bridge, a limestone arch, and a pond almost still enough to hand you a second bridge for free. I caught this one at Fota Wildlife Park, framed through a gap in the spring foliage, the fresh greens crowding in from both sides. The contrast is what pulls me in. Those bold red posts…

Two pigeons, one pile of grain, and a standoff that never became a fight. There was plenty of food for everyone on Sullivan’s Quay, Cork.