Bicycles amidst contemporary architecture in Modern Dublin
French street in Arles, Provence…
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.Continue reading “Model to Actress…”
The quintessential red hair of Irish actress and model, Sharon Twomey.Continue reading “Gruaig Rua…”
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.Continue reading “Every Leaf is a Flower…”
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour. William Blake (1757-1827)
…and perhaps, the whole cosmos in the ancient, decaying remains of an old olive tree…
Rich with shadows, a walkway on Laguna de Fuente de Piedra, a wetland located in Málaga province of Spain. The shallow lagoon, covering an area of 13 square kilometres is fed by underwater springs that pass through mineral salt deposits, so the lagoon is saline.Continue reading “Laguna de Fuente de Piedra”
“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.Continue reading “Liverpool Folk”
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…Continue reading “Mirror Mirror…”
Take a windy autumnal day, an off-shore wind, some acceptable waves, a stoic bunch of people with surf boards and that’s Tramore Strand.Continue reading “Surfeit of Surfers”
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.Continue reading “Mudéjar Street Style”
The contemporary roads of Ireland. Not yet a refuge for wildlife, but caught in the right light the ring road around Waterford City has a 21st century graphic ambience…
Or the old roads of Ireland. Boreens, the early roads that criss-crossed the island of Ireland.Continue reading “Seanbhóithre na hÉireann”
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.Continue reading “Five Ugly Ducklings”