Good capture. I’ve never been to Poulnabrone. I’d like to visit the Rock of Cashel as well. Maybe get there later on this year and do a bit of sea fishing as well!
Alex.
Nice set of images. I haven’t been up that way for a couple of years. Come to think of it, I was last in Antrim for the Lammas Fair about 4 years ago. Ballintoy is a great location. I’ve been out for a couple of fishing trips from there.
There’s a strange looking sky in your church image. I’m guessing that came about as a result of trying to get some colour boost?
Very quiet in here these days, but I think all photo groups are going the same way.
Alex.
Hi Seaview – I think that the headland on the top right is a bit too dark, but it’s a lovely capture anyhow, plus I’m viewing on my laptop, so my comments are unreliable anyway! Well seen!
Nice photo. Is it Powerscourt? I shrank the screen size so I could see it all without scrolling – I like how the person with the brollie adds to the feeling of scale. Hope your camera and lens are OK!
I can see this as anything from very bright to very dark, as I’m viewing it on my laptop ! Love them all! Even the “Super Saturated” view I get if I bend my head forward!
You’re lucky you were able to see some of them. I saw a great display about 30 years ago and I haven’t seen them since. Every 12th August it’s been cloudy, if not actually pouring rain here where I live in Donaghcloney.
What’s the going rate on Grafton Street these days? Used to pay about £8 an hour busking. Then ye’d head for O’Donohue’s where the drink was half price if you were playing! In the Good Old Days!
Paddy was nearing the end. He’d enjoyed a long and happy life, but his race was almost over. Lying in the big double bed with the Sunlight streaming through the windows, he was letting his mind travel unfettered through the twists and turns of days long past, when he thought he could smell the aroma of ginger biscuits baking. As the minutes slipped by, Paddy realised that no, it wasn’t his imagination, he really could smell ginger biscuits!
“I’d love one more ginger biscuit before I die!” thought Paddy. Too far gone to call to his wife Brigid downstairs in the kitchen, he decided on direct action. Pushing back the bedclothes, Paddy half slid, half fell onto the bedroom floor. After taking a few moments to recover from his exertions, he set off crawling across the floor towards the stairs. Unable to descend the stairs normally, Paddy shuffled downwards, step by step, on his bottom, just as he had done 85 years ago as a baby. Reaching the hallway below, he lay exhausted for several minutes before crawling towards the kitchen, where Brigid was baking. The ginger biscuits were cooling on a wire tray, on the table. Crawling towards them, Paddy stretched out his hand, in a vain attempt to reach the biscuits. A shuddering sob escaped the dying man’s lips. Brigid spun round and taking in the pitiful tableau before her in one glance, she dashed around the kitchen table to where her doomed husband lay crying on the floor. “Get yer feckin’ hands off them ginger biscuits ye ould bastard!” she screeched, battering his head with a large wooden spoon, “Them’s for the feckin’ wake so they are!”
Try Google, search Amazon, head for second hand book shops and have a good rummage around! There used to be a couple of book shops between Grafton Street and College Green where I rummaged happily for hours. Best of luck!
Alex.
Nice sharp focus from front to back. Looks good to me! Never having been in St Patrick’s, I can’t comment on the light levels. I lived in Dublin for a couple of years in the 1970s and never saw anything. I was working as a Chef, doing long hours, up to 80 or 90 a week and when I had a day off I went fishing along Dalkey Sound and out at Greystones. Any other spare time I had was spent in pubs. I have a liking for folk and traditional music and spent time in Maher’s of Moore St, Slatterey’s in Capel St and the Purty Kitchen in Dun Laoghaire. (And O’Donoghue’s too). It wasn’t until the last 7 or 8 years that I started going on trips to Dublin and photographing in Christchurch cathedral, and heading for Monasterboice and Newgrange. Hoping to get to Bealieu House in Drogheda this year to photograph the Cadaver Stone, and I want to get to St Patrick’s too.
Alex.