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Three People, Three Phones, One Street
Opera Lane on a Tuesday morning, and three people in a row are looking at their phones.
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This Way Up
Three red things line up in this one. First the red arrow, a sticker on one of the big cardboard boxes in the Arnotts window display, pointing across at her. Then a red and white stick taped to the glass at an angle, aimed down at her too. And the red case on her phone,…
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Christmas Eve on the Lee
Christmas Eve in Cork, and the fog had settled over the south channel of the Lee and stayed put all morning. It was 2005, and the banks of the river looked very different. The old tax office still stood on Sullivan’s Quay, and the Peace Park opposite still had trees and overgrown shrubs hanging over…
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The Last Mass at St. Augustine’s
It was announced a few months ago that St. Augustine’s Church in Cork City would close on July 12th, with a final mass at 11:30 that morning. I arrived around 11:20, curious to see what it would be like, only to see every space on every bench taken and people standing at the back of…
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Working the Façade
The manager had the best spot on the street: feet planted, hand on hip, watching three other men do the actual work. Two were up in a green cherry picker prodding at the glass of the HSBC building, and a third leaned on a rail inside and watched them. That’s two layers of supervision for…
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Casting Off the Pier
Two anglers cast off the end of Ballycotton pier as the sun set. The harbour crane stood black against the sky, and one man’s rod bent back mid-cast, blurred by the long exposure. The cloud broke into pink and orange over the headland to the west, with the houses along the shore already lit. It…
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The Tide Coming In at Youghal
A line of old groyne posts runs out into the sea at Youghal, the nearest ones capped in green weed, the far ones worn down to stubs. I used a long exposure to smooth the incoming water into streaks across the brown sand. The evening was flat and quiet, the sky a soft blue turning…
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The Day Before the Championships
The 114th Irish Rowing Championships begin tomorrow at the National Rowing Centre in Inniscarra, and today Farran Woods was all trailers and trestles. Shells were stacked four high along the path, riggers half bolted on, blades leaning against gazebos from Shannon, Bann, Commercial and a dozen other clubs. A rower in a yellow bucket hat…
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Evening Sails at Kinsale
A grey evening in Kinsale, with a fleet of small boats out on the harbour for what looked like club racing. Most of them carried red sails, Squibs I think, a class Kinsale Yacht Club is well known for, with a few white ones mixed in. The water was almost flat, and the crews sat…
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Legs Crossed, Work Paused
Two decorators taking a break against a shop hoarding on a London street. I love all the legs. 🙂
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Cork Wash
The brushes spin past in blue and yellow while a black Micra sits in the middle of the cycle. This was 2005, so the driver had a newspaper open across the wheel to fill the couple of minutes it took. Water beads across the bonnet and the Cork plate, 98-C-6325, reads clearly through the spray.…