The squeak of our shoes on the lino floor
Some photographs we take have huge personal meaning. Ones when we look at it can catapult us in an instant back to when the shot was taken. The feeling of
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Street photography and privacy
Street photography and privacy, the right to privacy; where is the line to be drawn? There are occasions when people are in intimate moments, when their emotions overspill and are
Entry to exit
A little mini-series of photographs taken while my wife drove through the Jack Lynch tunnel in Cork.
Forgeternity
– Is it easier to forget or to remember? I said – Is it easier to forget or to remember? He said. Why are you asking? – To forget seems
His eyes look like speech bubbles
You may think sharing a bed with an imaginary friend would be a great thing. Ya, at times it is, don’t me wrong, of course it is. Nights can be
All apped up
A selection of photographs taken with a wooden, flexible doll. Apped up in Snapseed. Hope you like them. Have a good week.
Faith-shaped hole in my consumer’s heart
Faith-shaped hole in my consumer’s heart I live on the tip-top of a hill. To leave the house is easy. I know it is all downhill. The sun introduces itself
The first step is taken every day
The first step is acknowledgement. These cracks I cannot fix myself. I don’t do D.I.Y. I do B.I.B.
these things that leave us
words unsaid in unspent intent lips unkissed wished-for news lost not sent these things that leave us
What strange people photographers are
Imagine the scene. You are walking along, minding your own business, chatting away with your friend, when ahead of you on the opposite side of the road you see a