Friday, July 31, 2009

Red Christ

Red Christ

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Dingle and the Great Blasket

Towards the end of the second day one of the bearings in my rear tyre went. I was left wheeling my hobbled bike in the torrential rain as night was closing in, a solid 13 miles from our hotel. I kept my spirits up by moaning constantly. Thankfully Nifty called me a taxi from the town ahead and I got a ride back to the hotel after walking a couple of miles.

The boys got in about half an hour after me and like the night before, soaked to the skin and mentally and physically exhausted. We ended up spending two days in Dingle and went to the Great Blasket, the most westerly island in Europe. And visited of my favorite buildings in Ireland the Gallarus Oratory.

Gallarus Oratory #1

I was delighted to make it out the great Blasket. Blasket is amazing and really worth getting out too. If abandoned villages draped in sad tales of lost children and families broken by the Atlantic isn't your thing you can always play with the Seals*

Deserted village on the great Blasket

*Playing with Seals may result in being horrifically wounded by Seals

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Kerry, cycling through Mordor

I'm just back from cycling around Kerry, which for those you not aware is home to Carrantuohill, the biggest mountain in Ireland. Totally unprepared and completely unaware of the distances I was to cycle, I set off as joyful and energetic as a spring lamb and arrived a broken, sodden, hollow shell of a man. As did my two intrepid companions Glen and Nifty

It was hardcore, I felt like part of secret mission to destroy a ring of power.

The achievement was worth it, as were the vistas of the great Kerry Landscape. We did 100 miles in two days, climbing steep mountain passes and hurtling down mossy lanes. At one stage it was so hard I actually got sick. I leaned over my handle bars and physically chundered. To those on foot and on bikes that followed our route through the Gap of Dunloe, I apologize if my 'accident' ruined the rustic pleasure of it all. To those in the dry, warm cars who occasionally passed, I hate you as much now as I did on that very day.

May I also add, never ever get a touring bike with suspension. Don't do it. Don't even think about it. The taunting squeak of that fork suspension as it lampooned me, while I scaled the heights of Dunloe will stay with me for years.

Clouds chasing Carrauntoohil

Lough Caragh

View of the Great blasket

But what beautiful landscape in Ireland would be complete without a Catholic shrine. This one even bleeds for us


Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Some Ireland shots

I've been quite lucky to be home in Ireland for the summer. Its the first time in about nine years that I've been here. I had forgotten what a beautiful place it is and majesty and mood of the landscape. Saying that I have been lucky it been a reasonable summer in place and not bucketed down constantly. Anyway here are some my picks.

Boat on Lough Mask

Benbulben from the passenger window

Nettle in the dying Sun

St Anthony from a bus window

Long grass at sunset

The woods

Soft light on the Nephin

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Monday, July 27, 2009

Virgin Mary

I'm obsessed with Catholic imagery and iconography, growing up in Ireland I didn't have a lot of choice. The most potent of these for me is the Virgin Mary. She tends to turn up in my work in some form or another. I put this down to childhood gift from my amazing Grandmother (a talented musician, artist, a notorious card cheat and a religious fanatic). A 'glow in the dark' bedside Virgin Mary complete with a ring of Stars as a Halo. This was the first thing I saw in the morning and the last thing I saw at night for many years.

Currently I'm working on a book of my favorite shots of Virgins. Here are some of the finals.

Saturday, July 25, 2009


Finally finished all my final photos. I ended with Luang Prabang, one of my favourite places in South East Asia. Here are some of my favourite shots.

Deep frying at the Market

Fish in milk bottles #6

Monks praying in Wat Sen

Classic Mercedez in Luang Prabang

Wat Sen at sundown

Wat door

Thursday, July 23, 2009


This shot is now in permanent exhibition in the Rautenstrauch-Joest-Museum, the ethnological museum Cologne, Germany.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Ni bheidh ár leithéidí ann arís

It means 'There'll never be my like again'

Sunday, July 12, 2009

The Guardian

Screen Grab

This made it into the Guardians 'Your Photos' section

The Guardian


Waiting to walkGot picked for the BBC photo blog on the subject damaged. The image is from the Cope centre in Vietianne, Laos.