Here’s a few shots taken this summer on the Costa DeLouth. When the sun shone, it was glorious, but when it rained, or was dull, it was even more glorious. There’s only a few more days left of the season and I’m going to really miss this place during the winter.
My Instacanv.as gallery is now open, so if anyone is interested in seeing a bigger selection of my shots, or even buying a print of one…
Paid a visit to my favorite wreck again on monday. One of my shots got picked up on broadsheet.ie and consequently, I found out a bit about the ship and it’s history.
This is the wreck of the Irish Trader, of Hartlepool, grounded in 1974 on way to Drogheda.The notorious Littlejohn brothers, Keith and Kenneth who claimed to be British agents, hid out on the wreck while on the run here in the 70s.
Heading down the quays this morning towards the East Link, my windscreen was full of a glorious sunrise, so I stopped and took a few shots, like I often do. The liffey looked particularly beautiful as I crossed the bridge and went through the toll booths. At the roundabout, instead of going right towards work, I took a snap decision to head towards the South Wall – something I’ve been meaning to do for a long time. It’s a lovely peaceful place early in the morning. I took a few quick shots, then jumped back in the car and bolted for work. I’m definitely going back there tomorrow, or soon anyway and next time I’ll go a bit earlier so I can walk down to the end of the wall. If you’re passing that way, I recommend you try it too.
I took a sneaky route through the housing estates of finglas, glasnevin and fairview this morning – all totally encrusted in icing. Avoiding the perma-tailback past glasnevin cemetery chopped about half an hour off my commute, allowing me to slide into the last available spot in the office car-park and also giving me ten minutes to stroll over to the beach and take this mornings snaps. I had the camera with me, so these are taken with a Canon EOS350D, instead of the iPhone I take most of my pics with.
Popped across to the seafront again this morning. The bench was still where I left it, as expected. No bike this week though.
So, last weekend marked the absolutely last day of the summer, as far as I’m concerned. Our last night spent in Clogherhead till next spring. As we headed down the beach, the weather was quite nice. The sun was sparkling across the sea and the wind was pretty calm. As we approached the wreck, a wall of dark clouds poured across the sky from the landward side and we got lashed on for about 15 minutes. Then it all blew over and was nice again by the time we got back. It’s about 2.5 miles from Clogherhead down to the wreck, and there’s nowhere to shelter down there, so you just have to ignore the rain and get on with it. We came across the bones of a dead seal – a few weeks ago we’d seen him, freshly dead about a mile further up the beach. Somehow, he’d gotten himself that much further from civilisation and in the process, lost most of his flesh to become almost completely skeletal by yesterday.
We will have other walks on the beach, but they won’t be as frequent as they have been throughout the summer and it’s gonna get a whole lot colder. I’m sure there’ll still be plenty to photograph, but I don’t expect the dogs (or myself) to be quite so keen to get into the water. Here’s a few shots from yesterday’s walk.