Appearing forgotten and neglected in a corner of a walled garden, the old shed is a fitting metaphor for the latter years of Strokestown House Demesne in County Roscommon.
Vintage, crackled, shabby paint effects on an old clinker built rowing boat in the harbour at Helvick, located in An Rinn within the Irish speaking Gaeltacht na nDeise area in County Waterford, Ireland.
While Sharon’s quintessential red hair and beauty undoubtedly helped her to get modelling roles, she had other ambitions. Some time after the portfolio shoot, she mentioned my pic of her draped in muslin brought her to the attention of casting directors in her burgeoning film career.
The quintessential red hair of Irish actress and model, Sharon Twomey.
From the venerable door of the President, to the Pollack like, shabby chic of the old door to a deserted cottage at Faugheen, near my old home village of Bunmahon in Ireland’s County Waterford.
Autumn tinted Boston Creeper winding around the door of the President on the campus of University College Cork, reminding one of the adage “education is the key to unlock the golden door of freedom”
the impression given when vines in the commune of Saint-Chinian develop autumn tints around a quintessential, pink, French farmhouse; a spectacle that’s been a regular event for some 25 centuries.
“Liverpool One” shopping centre has taken over part of the city centre featuring remnants of old warehouses that served the south docks, and flattened sites that as kids, we used to call “the debris” – remnants of World War Two’s Blitz.
Village ladies have retired for the night and in another scene echoed over most of France, a young guy, out for the evening, is strolling along a sunlit street in the coastal village of Gruissan in the Languedoc-Roussillon region.
Mass is over for the village ladies. time for a catchup on local gossip before dropping into the conveniently located patisserie for a gâteau, macaron, tarte, molleux, or a mousse: heaven sent temptations for their just deserts. A scene echoed over most of France, this one is in Neuvic, aka Neuvic-sur-l’Isle in the Dordogne region.
The collection of car mirrors on a French flea market stall, offering a glimpse of the sky and trees, seem innocent enough…
Watching the watchers: in the Sunny South East of Ireland, the seaside resort of Tramore began life as a humble fishing village, that developed rapidly with the arrival of the railways in 1853. …for the subject of the watcher’s attention – see tomorrow’s post…
…in the old part of Frigiliana inhabited by the Moors before and after the Reconquista.
Or the old roads of Ireland. Boreens, the early roads that criss-crossed the island of Ireland.
More cute than ugly, but that’s the description Danish poet and author Hans Christian Anderson dreamed up for his cygnets. This family of swans however, reside on a pond in Llanfairfechen, a coastal town in North Wales.
“There are no lines in nature, only areas of colour, one against another,” said Eduard Manet, but forgot to tell shop front designers in Dingle, County Kerry, Ireland
Also known with affection as The Little Yellow Train, Le petit train travels through stunning alpine scenery via small villages frozen in time.
A little way from Avignon’s Palais des Papes featured in my post of two weeks ago, are some Trompe L’oeil wall paintings of historic French people gazing out of what would-have-been blank windows. Realistic figures keeping a friendly “eye” on the passing young lad. While a 21st century street camera is also watching street activity…
Fishing implements silhouetted in the lagoon at Gruissan, in Languedoc-Roussillon, France.
The “Samson” was a floating crane-ship under tow from Liverpool to Valetta in Malta. On 11th December 1987, when the towline snapped in a south easterly gale just off the Welsh coast, the crew of two were rescued by R.A.F. helicopter and the vessel was left to drift.