Day 329

A trip to Phoenix Park today, and I used the opportunity to take some mediocre pictures of deer. Luckily I got this option on the way home.

Day 314

A different route home, and I never noticed that there were two churches across the road from each other. One exposure for the sky, and another for the detail in the walls, and I blended them in post.

Day 242

Early start this morning, and Chamonix is spooky and shrouded in mist.

Day 214

Today has not been a good day. But that's not important, because by tomorrow it'll be the past!

Day 158

I left it a bit this evening to get out with my camera, and the light was gone. Westland Row was amazingly busy with traffic and with people running for their trains. Next door to Pearse Street station is this enormous oasis of calm; St Andrew's Church. I'm always struck by how buildings like this are left open and unattended, but apart from the distressed poor-box out front, this church was none the worse for it.

Day 156

Another day in South Cumberland Street, and there's rich pickings for a photographer. Just down the road is the back entrance to the Westland Row church, and it's an altogether grimmer proposition to the shiny colonnaded front entrance.

Day 118

Photographing the Pepper Cannister is a lot like hunting deer: if you have a shot pull the trigger!

Day 95

A different road out of town this evening, and I found an overgrown graveyard. As previously noted, I love these small, overgrown graveyards. This angel has seen better days, but the texture from the mould and decay is amazing, and whilst it looked great in black and white, I think it's better in colour.

Day 53

I took a trip north again this evening, and discovered a little ruin of a church. The ruin itself was pretty unremarkable, but just off it were these steps down to a well (undoubtedly a holy well). I love the overgrown nature of them, and the texture of the stone, all accentuated by the rather overcast light, the kind of light that makes everything look that bit lusher.

Day 48

I've always loved graveyards, and in particular, protestant graveyards. They're always more elaborate, more ornate, more gothic. The graveyard in Enniskerry has quite a mix of old and new, but this angel stood out from quite a way off.

Day 24

Day off today, so I took the opportunity to drive out of Stepaside a different way and ended up at this little ruined church and graveyard. This is a view of the remaining gable viewed through two gravestones in the body of the church. I couldn't see the dates on either of them, but in a different part of the yard there was a gravestone dating for 1789.