like some sort of over-vigilant ward
shoes? these aren’t shoes. these are stone bricks. stone bricks stuck to me. try as i might, and I do try, i can’t move off. and you, you there, always
iPhone Photographer of the Year 2017
shoes? these aren’t shoes. these are stone bricks. stone bricks stuck to me. try as i might, and I do try, i can’t move off. and you, you there, always
When I lived in Spain my Spanish friends would say to me that Irish weather must be very sad, what with all the rain we get. Sad? Never had I
Someone said to me “ya, it’s great that you post your favourite photographs from your two groups, but why don’t you post more of your own work on your blog?”
Continue reading…And some of my own favourite photographs of this week
this now this must this us this gush that past that was that car its whoosh lost bing bang this push this now this path this foot just this one
Checking stats on Flickr each day click throughs from Tumblr appear. Before I used to get quite annoyed at people posting my photos on their Tumblr accounts, but now I
Sometimes to go forward we have to step backwards first. And that is where I am at the moment. Taking stock. Looking back to see where I have come from
The sky is one of the first things that form in my recall. I question whether the sun was shining or is it my sentimental slant making it so. Perhaps.
As I am writing, I discover that there are now exactly 7,500 images in the group pool of Blur will save the world. 7,500! That means I have either invited
A sunny morning here in Cork yesterday. Looking out my window I saw the little beads of dew sparkling in the sunlight. It looked beautiful. I grabbed the camera, switched
Continue reading…Little beads of dew sparkling in the sunlight
Close my eyes; not tight shut, but closed. I see it. It loses weight, deflates. Crisp, not sharp. This gift. Desperation. Hours like this. Trust. Soon I can let them