Nature is starting to take over this abandoned farmhouse on Harper’s Island in Co Cork. The old stone gateposts are still standing, the wire fence still technically there, but it’s clear nobody’s coming through that gate anymore. Places like this always make me wonder about the people who lived here: the dinners cooked, the fires…
If you’ve been anywhere near Grand Parade in Cork lately, you’ll know the scene: hoarding, fencing, traffic cones, and that slightly bewildered look on everyone’s face as they try to work out which footpath is still open this week. This is what it looked like 2 weeks ago when a sewerage pipe was laid across…
A glowing yellow YIELD sign cuts through the darkness like a solitary performer on stage, casting warm light across empty spaces and parked cars, and suddenly you’re thinking about cinema and loneliness and how good urban photography is basically just about finding the drama hiding in everyday places. I love photographing car parks. Great views…
Rebel Rebel, a David Bowie tribute band, played in Cyprus Avenue last night and put on a hell of a performance. I know all of Bowie’s famous hits and there are many, but I’m not so familiar with the rest of his music. There was a mix of the famous and lesser-known hits and I…
On a cold and damp night steel wool lights up the path and railings.
A lot of street photography is just keeping your eyes open for something to happen. It’s luck and also being prepared. Luckily I was carrying my camera while shopping in M&S and spotted the abundance of pink and a family walking past, and then a mirror neatly reflecting the departing people. It’s nice when these…
Moments before yesterday’s photo of a beach inspector there were two seagulls. I was watching them as I walked down Garrylucas Beach and neither moved so I have a couple of shots of them with dramatic waves thundering behind them. They seemed to be not disturbed by the wall of water beyond. I on the…
Garylucas Beach in Co Cork was hit by 40kph winds this afternoon, with tall waves crashing on the beach. I took a few photos but retreated to the car as it was so cold. Within minutes the wind had ripped right through me. Luckily, gulls are protected somewhat from the cold by their feathers and…
Blue hour is that magical window between sunset and full darkness when the sky becomes this gorgeous gradient from deep blue to warm orange. That’s what I saw on a cold December evening looking across the River Lee at Bachelor’s Quay.
The Millennium Bridge in Cork doesn’t wobble like the Shakey Bridge but it probably sees a lot more foot traffic as it links Pope’s Quay and Kyrl’s Quay and Cornmarket Street. The bridge was built in 2004. I have some photos of that which I may dig up and link from here later.
November in Ireland means darkness by half four in the afternoon, which is properly depressing. I’m glad there’s a grand old stretch now, and the days are slowly getting longer and longer. Pity about the damp weather and cold.
Burning steel wool reflects in the still waters, tracing arcs of fire through the air.