A couple of miles from our new place in Ireland is the village of Quin and its Franciscan abbey. You can read about its history elsewhere from someone who doesn’t just see it as a cool place to go and take pictures. Continue reading
It’s very rare that I’ll ask a stranger for a picture, but whenever I have, the stranger has always obliged. Continue reading
This morning, my wife decided that she would take my mother-in-law to a show in Nottingham. I was invited along, but an unspoken understanding ensured that I would do something else while they enjoyed ‘Singing in the Rain’. Continue reading
I was extremely fortunate to further my ‘Irish Education’ by attending my first hurling game last month. It wasn’t just any game either, it was the replay of the All-Ireland Senior Hurling Championships Semi-Final between local rivals Galway and my adopted County Clare.
I took along my Leica M6 and the Lomography Minitar Art Lens, a set-up so small I could carry it in a pocket, and snapped a few shots of the day. Continue reading
During my trip to Poland in July, I finally visited the Trójmiasto or three cities on the Baltic coast. Gdynia, Sopot and Gdańsk have an interesting and varied history and I could have spent a lot longer exploring were it not for the baking heat. As it was, I had a couple of photowalks, concentrating on specific areas that I wanted to visit.
Among them was the Zaspa area of Gdańsk. Zaspa was built on what was once the city’s airport and between the districts of Młyniec and Rozstaje, the wide concrete runway is still visible and it disintegrates under parked cars. Continue reading