This graffiti caught my eye when I walked past. It was on the corner of Barrack Street and Fort Street in Cork. The eye sees you and the man screams at you.
I walked out my front door last night and spotted a fiery sunset behind the houses across the road. The colour slowly changed over the next ten minutes as the sun sunk further and further beyond the horizon.
I took 151 photos of the sky that night, most of them taken with me waggling my camera back and forth to capture some sweet ICM.
This was shot at f/13 so there were plenty of dust spots to heal. Luckily you can copy heals from one photo to another and if they’re the AI kind, Lightroom Classic will calculate the best way to heal each time.
On a lovely evening in August last year I was walking along a beach with my wife. The sun was getting low in the sky casting a faintly yellow glow over the world.
This long exposure shot captures the movement of cloud, and the wind blown grass. Even though there wasn’t much wind, it’s all relative when the photo is 13 seconds long.
Psst. Don’t tell anyone, but there’s a really nice beach around the corner from Wine Strand!
This one doesn’t look like a typical sunset, does it? Except for the warm orange glow. That’s because I used a technique called Intentional Camera Movement, or ICM for short. It involves zooming in on the boats in the water and moving the camera from side to side while taking the shot. The boats are the dark part of the photo, while the reflected sunlight in the water provided the rich orange streaks.
The result is a beautiful abstract image with streaks of colour and light. Next time I’m shooting a sunset over water, I’ll be trying this again!
The sun sets over Curraghbinny Wood as I watched from the Crosshaven side. There was the most amazing glow in the sky that lasted several minutes, a nice end to a glorious day.
A Jack Russell lying in the shade at the recent Dawstown Point-to-Point horse racing. It was warm, and the sun was bright, so he made a beeline for the shade afforded by his human dad standing nearby.
On the day before the Dingle Races I saw a horse looking out of a horse box. His owner had gone into the nearby petrol station and came back a few minutes later.