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…
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…
North Main Street, in Yellow
On North Main Street the two buildings split the frame: grey-blue on the left, worn yellow on the right, with Barnardos and the old Edward B. Sheehan shopfront underneath. A man in a yellow T-shirt walked past the charity shop, a few paces in front of a woman in a yellow cap, phone in hand….
A Long Trans Flag Across the City
We marched with a great crowd through the centre of Cork today for Trans+ Pride Cork. A trans flag big enough to need a dozen pairs of hands was carried down the street, past the shops on Grand Parade, St. Patrick Street, Winthrop Street and then up Oliver Plunkett Street to Grand Parade again. Pink…
Reflections in Motion
The Luas reflects the images of people who are waiting to cross the road on O’Connell Street, Dublin a few weeks ago.
Two Heads, One Conversation
The mannequin is spying on you. It’s not just Facebook.
The Irish Summer
Proving that the recent heatwave is (still) the exception and that it sometimes rains in June in Ireland. It didn’t last long. By the time we came out of Cornucopia the ground was dry and the sun was shining again.
The Cure at Marley Park
We saw The Cure at Marley Park on Friday night. After driving up from Cork that day I should have been wrecked tired, and I dreaded the heat, but there was a breeze and the stage provided shade if you were close enough. Visitors weren’t allowed to bring “professional cameras” so I left my Sony…
Everyone in a Hurry but Him
The man in the red jacket became my anchor the moment I set up. Henry Street on a sunny day is a river of people. Shoppers, buskers’ audiences, lads cutting across to Gino’s for a cone, and a slow shutter turns all of that into smears of colour and ghostly half-people mid-stride. But he just…
Where the Lizandro Meets the Sea
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…
Henry Street, Slowed Down
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…
Run Away to the Circus
The circus had pitched up in a field at Cashel, near Junction 8 on the motorway, with big top flying the flags of half a dozen nations. I was taking photos of the circus when these two kids sped across the frame, probably headed to the shop at the nearby garage. I wonder if they…