The Reading Room on Wheels
I think he was double parked, probably waiting for someone and reading the newspaper on a cool March afternoon in 2021.
Hand in Hand on a Valencia Pavement
Fingers loosely laced, a thin ring catching the light and that small contact is the whole picture.
Rearing to Go at the Dingle Races
Number 9 had clearly decided that the racing could wait. I was wandering around at the Dingle Races and right in front of me this dark bay racehouse reared up on it’s hind legs while the poor jocket and two men tried to calm the animal. It only lasted a moment and the racing continued.
Bent on a Bargain
IT Repairs on Oliver Plunkett Street hopefully had some bargains the day this man was peering carefully at their phones.
Evening Falls on the North Side
The tower of St. Anne’s Church has recently been renovated but this photo is from 2022, when it was still gritty. It looks all shiny now but I think it looked better back then. The clock faces all got a nice lick of paint though which is welcome!
A Cut Above, Two Metres Apart
Remember how impossible it was to get a hair cut during lockdown? Afterwards for some time the barber or hair dresser would have to wear a mask while grooming your hair. This was in February 2022, when we were still paranoid about COVID-19.
A Pandemic Smoke
Mask pulled down to the chin, cigarette on the go is the small, very 2022 contradiction I couldn’t resist framing.
20,000 Bulbs and One Sky
The massive Eiffel Tower glows golden as it is viewed from the Trocadéro nearby.
Sunset arrival, weeks before the world stopped
A Jet2 737 comes in low over the beach at Playa Honda, undercarriage down, engines glowing pink in the dying light. The approach-lighting pier marches out from the lava coast like an unfinished bridge, each platform waiting to flash its sequence and guide the next arrival onto runway 03 at Arrecife. I took this in…
A Leg-up at Dawstown
The man in the blue jacket has both hands on the jockey’s left boot, mid heave, and number 37 is halfway between earth and saddle. It’s neither one place nor the other. I love the awkward physics of a leg-up. It looks ungainly until you remember it’s the only sensible way to get a small,…
Pop Art and Pocket Screens
Daniel Buren’s wall at Tottenham Court Road does most of the work for you. It’s fifty feet of saturated circles and diamonds, all bouncing off those merciless black-and-white stripes. I just had to wait. Two strangers soon obliged: he slumped against a blue diamond mid-text, and she tucked into a green circle taking what looked…