This is from the same shoot that yesterday’s misnamed Canal Reflection is from. The light was utterly magnificent that morning, and I got a lot of really, really nice shots. This was in January 2006, *just* after we got here, and mere days after I got my (now broken) Nikon D50 DSLR, so I was out taking loads of pictures and getting a handle on the new camera. I believe I was sort of balanced precariously over a wall trying to take this picture, as the wall was exactly the…
Actually, despite the name, this may well be a river reflection. I think this may be the River Barrow in Athy (A-thigh, rather than ATH-ee, which I insisted on reading it as at first), rather than the canal that also runs through Athy. Either way, it’s pretty. :)
Once in a while we go out and do a night shoot. This is the Dublinia footbridge, a medieval bridge that connects Christchurch (directly to the right of this photo) to, er, whatever the Dublinia building used to be. Well. I mean, it still connects it, but probably in Days Of Yore, the building across the street did not house a history-of-Dublin tourist thing. :) Ten-second exposure or so, which I had to shoot several times to get a really appealing set of vehicle lights going under the bridge. :)
To make up for yesterday’s snapshot, today we have Art. :) I took this for a photography class. The actual purpose of the assignment was working on depth of field, and the original of the photo turned out splendidly. But I was screwing around with it in Photoshop and accidentally (effortlessly) blacked out the background. I thought. “Woo! Art!” and kept a copy like that. It gets more awesome the larger it’s displayed at, because the detail is very sharp and clean. But I shall refrain from posting a giant-sized…
This is another one of my absolute favorite photographs. This was taken in Cobh (pronounced Cove), which is one of the prettiest places I’ve lived, on a morning after it had rained. The air was consequently clear and washed away of mist, which is as pervasive in Ireland as legend has it. One ceases to notice the soft air most of the time, but when rain has beaten it from the sky, the crispness *is* noticeable. So everything was unusually clear this particular morning, and I thought the vibrance of…