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…
Silhouettes on Henry Street
I was waiting on Henry Street and spotted the deep shadows cast by the buildings, so it occurred to me that silhouettes would become a good subject for a photo. Luckily, a Deliveroo cyclist came along then and I captured him motionless as he rode past.
Bent on a Bargain
IT Repairs on Oliver Plunkett Street hopefully had some bargains the day this man was peering carefully at their phones.
Last of the News Stands
I was surprised to see a news stand on O’Connell Street. It was just outside Eason’s too, where they sell newspapers and magazines as well. What caught my eye first was the news stand, but then the man extending his arm with his phone to pay for his purchase. A new form of payment for…
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.
A Smoke Break in Soho
A young woman blew the smoke from a vape into the air as I walked past.
The Landlady of the Lava Fields
A calico cat sits in the sun in Playa Blanca, Lanzarote on a warm January afternoon in 2017. The charity, Freddy’s Cat House, erected the feeding house you can see in the background.
Breakfast on the Lee
Two pigeons, one pile of grain, and a standoff that never became a fight. There was plenty of food for everyone on Sullivan’s Quay, Cork.
Reflections on Emmett Place
I was standing on Emmett Place with my neck cricked at an awkward angle, trying to work out where the real sky ended and the reflected one began. Two people passed by and I’m sure they might have wondered what I was photographing with my head almost stuck to the window. Well, I’d noticed the…
The Old Shop at Myrtleville
The red building does the heavy lifting in this one. Squat, breeze-block, with a corrugated shutter rusting at its own pace and a smear of white graffiti for company. It used to be a shop. Hard to picture now, with the shutter pulled down for good and the paint going chalky, but at some point…