l took this today while passing Fingal County Council, near Blanchardstown, Dublin.
Blanch
The Writing on the Wall
Lockdown
My Left Foot
I wonder how that boot ended up in the grass by the side of the road, and where is its mate?
Seaside
It’s a rainy afternoon here in Dublin, so here’s a picture to counteract that.
Boo Hoo!
It almost never happens, but a poem, of sorts, just arrived fully formed in my head.
It’s a true story. It happened in a bar in Prague almost thirty years ago.
Here it is:
A skinhead with a swastika tattoo
Apologized for his rude hippy friend
Complaining about foreigners coming
Into his country and taking the jobs
That nobody else wants to do – boo hoo!
The Yellow House
Digging, diddle, diddle, dum!
I took this last night after putting the bins out at work. The diggers are working at what used to be a food bank.
Canal Lock Gate
This is one of the first photos I took back when I was trying to be a visual artist. I had fifty or so printed, and I still have them!
I still like it, maybe I’ll have them mounted and put them on etsy!
Portobello Rickshaw
This caught my eye one night. Rickshaws had been a familiar sight in Dublin for a long time so I don’t know what it was that struck me about this.
Looking at the photo now, it seems odd that in what is called a developed country people should have to do this to earn a living.
