Posts Tagged ‘Photos’

Stamen Smears

Saturday, June 11th, 2011


Holga 135BC, Kodak Elitechrome 100, Cross processed.

No Christmas For Bambi

Wednesday, April 20th, 2011

Maulin, War Hill, Djouce 014a

Triangulation Station

Sunday, March 27th, 2011

Croaghanmoira (664 meters).


A Frontier to Knowledge:

Barrister at Law

Sunday, March 13th, 2011

Mount Jerome Cemetery. Dublin.



Suburban Archaeology – Forgotten Hero Resurfaces

Wednesday, March 9th, 2011

Been helping to strip the walls in the hallway of my parent’s house back to the plaster. After prising off a long length of moulding we found this intriguing piece of cardboard . . .


Been there at least thirty years, I am told. Who is this hardy looking bastard plugging up a hole where the old light switch used to be?

Will try to excavate further as the job goes on.


Saturday, March 5th, 2011


The awful altar of God

Tuesday, February 1st, 2011

31/01/11 #1

Arthur Machen says it best:

He and his father seemed to pass down an avenue of jeers and contempt, and contempt from such animals as these! This putrid filth, moulded into human shape, made only to fawn on the rich and beslaver them, thinking no foulness too foul if it were done in honour of those in power and authority; and no refined cruelty of contempt too cruel if it were contempt of the poor and humble and oppressed; it was to this obscene and ghastly throng that he was something to be pointed at. And these men and women spoke of sacred things, and knelt before the awful altar of God, before the altar of tremendous fire, surrounded as they professed by Angels and Archangels and all the Company of Heaven; and in their very church they had one aisle for the rich and another for the poor. And the species was not peculiar to Caermaen; the rich business men in London and the successful brother author were probably amusing themselves at the expense of the poor struggling creature they had injured and wounded; just as the “healthy” boy had burst into a great laugh when the miserable sick cat cried out in bitter agony, and trailed its limbs slowly, as it crept away to die. Lucian looked into his own life and his own will; he saw that in spite of his follies, and his want of success, he had not been consciously malignant, he had never deliberately aided in oppression, or looked on it with enjoyment and approval, and he felt that when he lay dead beneath the earth, eaten by swarming worms, he would be in a purer company than now, when he lived amongst human creatures.

The Hill of Dreams (1907)

31/01/11 #2


31/01/11 #3

31/01/11 #4

We’ll cover ourselves in Deep Heat and get up against a radiator

Sunday, December 19th, 2010


“I Am Not An Animal” or “Kill Me, Please Kill Me”

Monday, November 22nd, 2010


Holga 135BC, Kodak Elitechrome 100, Cross processed.

Autumn, always the strangest season

Thursday, November 11th, 2010



Six Photos

Thursday, November 4th, 2010







A View From a Shed

Thursday, October 28th, 2010

A View From A Shed

Three from Summer, One from Autumn

Wednesday, October 27th, 2010






Monday, September 20th, 2010

Gitch 1

Gitch 2

Wellington Quay, Dublin.

So there I was

Wednesday, September 15th, 2010

. . . out on my daily trudge though the town, happily passing the varied and numerous derelict buildings, when what did I spot?

Not Right In The Head

Christian graffiti!

I bet if I’d written “Jesus was a slavery condoning twazzock whose father liked to dress up as a ghost and get 13-year-old girls pregnant” on that wall, it’d be frowned upon. Yet my message would be just as valid, not to mention just as historically verifiable.

Still, you’ve got to admire the stencilling. It’s a tidy job, if nothing else.

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