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 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…

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 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…

Two decorators taking a break against a shop hoarding on a London street. I love all the legs. 🙂

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….

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…

Ballycotton harbour late on a summer evening is one of those places that is rewarding to visit. The working boats had all come in, Atlantic Chief, Excelsior and Prolific were rafted tight against the wall, hulls bobbing in calm waters. The setting sun cast long, side-on shadows and clouds streaked across the sky.

The nut seller had clearly decided the crowd could wait. Some behind him caught his attention and the crowd passing in front wasn’t buying his roasted nuts.

The Luas reflects the images of people who are waiting to cross the road on O’Connell Street, Dublin a few weeks ago.

The mannequin is spying on you. It’s not just Facebook.

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.