Ambience, otherwise known as the Crack in Irish-English, and there’s a very Irish term if ever there was one! Of course no offence intended with what may be construed as an inappropriate racial slur, however I’m harking back to my own childhood here growing up in what was a very stereotypically, and racially monochrome London,…
I’m often trying to capture a certain ambiance in my photographs. The kind that instead of taking you outside of yourself, puts you firmly back inside of yourself where the emotions swim about in abundance and with abject freedom. It works to varying degrees depending on how emotionally connected with yourself and the world you…
With anticipation the imagination hatches some wonderful things, like an embryonic dragon curled up inside the wrinkled dark shell of an exotic egg-shaped avocado, and guarded over momentarily by an eager young boy anticipating his new parental role. My own anticipation swelled as my visit to see the Dragon Boy came closer, and finally I…
I resolve every year never to spend another cold winter freezing my indiscretions off, whether my wish is granted or not is a different matter. However, at the beginning of 2016 my husband and I took it upon ourselves to avoid the huge blizzard, nicknamed ‘Snowzilla’, that was to engulf the East Coast, and instead spent…
In the interest of keeping to the theme of this week’s challenge, here’s another not very relaxed but most beautiful of bugs caught between wing-beats. Incidentally I have been chasing the huge yellow and blue Tigertail butterflies all year in the hope of getting a good shot. They dance around in the air in very…
There is nothing relaxing about taking a picture of a bee alighting on a flower only to relax for the briefest of moments, if bees are able to relax at all. The relaxation of producing this kind of image only comes afterward when one can exhale and unfreeze all muscles, and then only once the…
It just wouldn’t be this time of year without the fabulous antics of the Littlehampton Parade and fireworks, on the South Coast of England. Usually it’s bitingly cold, and extremely windy, but this year was unseasonably warm, and the night air was still. Usually it is held the weekend before Bonfire Night, which for those…
And now for something completely different: the magic of being at the right place, at the right time. A wily old Heron in mid-flight over the Potomac falls where Maryland waves hello to Virginia just on the other side, and Virginia responds by taking a selfie with one of those long stick thingies. The magic…
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At the edge of Dublin’s famous Temple Bar there is a great little restaurant called The Mongolian Barbeque. One of my Dad’s favourite eating haunts in the middle of Dublin, he introduced me to it when I went to visit him back in May this year. You find your seat, pick up a bowl and…
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