Took this photo today in town on Dublin’s St Augustine Street. I didn’t have my proper camera with me so this was taken using the phone, but with Pac Man and a bicycle wheel it’s too good not to post regardless of quality.
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Walking down Talbot Street in Dublin I took this photo from a safe distance. Going by the price tags, good value you’ll agree.
It’s also more close to the scene I visualise when I hear the phrase “head shop”.
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The edges of this photo were trimmed to match them to the edge of the window.
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This is Bedford Tower of Dublin Castle, as seen from Christchurch Place to the west. I like that wall where Werburgh Street comes out at Castle Street, but a little bit of a tower livens things up.
My feet aren’t very happy these days, but Christchurch Place is a fine place to rest them.
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These days I never seem to have money when I walk past Pat Ingoldsby. When I did, in a time before the monster that is Temple Bar did whatever it did to Moran’s Ha’penny Bridge Inn, there was one evening we both sat all night, pen in hand, glancing at each other under our hats [...]
The great thing about having a camera with you in a yogurt tub is that it gives you an excuse to just stop and rest when you’re walking around Dublin with a sore foot.
Not that I need a reason myself but experience has taught me that just stopping to look at things without a [...]
The scaffolding on my studio I’m told is coming down. Apart from using it as an extended balcony, I found another use for it.
The reason I first erected the art tent inside my studio was due to a combination of paranoia about leaks after my Donegal experience and for protection from permanently falling plaster from [...]
This piece of graffiti is on the route that the dog chooses, the odd day I relent and let her pick.
You know how I feel about walls, but also, I do like an orange bag.
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When I lived in the heat of America, I really missed clothes lines.
The colours and shapes of clothes drying on washing lines has been a source of beauty for me wherever I’ve been in the world - from historic Italian cities to Himalayan villages. Everywhere but America, that is. For aesthetic and prudish reasons [...]
Once upon a time I had a website devoted to nothing but photographs of walls and windows. This is because I can - and do - spend hours looking at walls. And windows.
I’m especially fond of the absence of windows, as in I love walls with no windows at all and delight in walls [...]
Perhaps I’m just older now, but these days I find the redesigned Smithfield just as much out of place and time as a horse market in the centre of a city.
On the other hand cycling on cobblestones hasn’t bothered me since I hit a 30-mile stretch in the former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia. That was [...]
