There is great power in communication. I don’t remember where or when I took this.
It seems appropriate for the times.
On another note, I recently saw an ad for an anti-facemask rally here in Dublin. The organisers are so committed to getting others to join their cause, they recommend people wear a face mask and socially distance if that would make them more comfortable!
This is the former community centre where I used to work. Apart from the food bank, which changed radically at the start of the pandemic, most of the activities had to stop.
We had to move out a few weeks ago. The new place is not half as good, but a few of the other things have started up again.
My girlfriend and I were out walking one day when we passed these cows. When we came along they stopped eating and stared at us. After I took this photo, they came down to the gate, which is just out of shot. Perhaps they thought we had some grass!
Today’s Friday Photo is not only being published on a Friday, it was actually taken today.
This half kit is where I used to work, until we were evicted. I was doing a clean up today.
This is one of my sister’s dogs, at another sister’s house during Christmas week a few years ago.
I had no idea what this building was when I took the photo. I saw them from upstairs on a bus and liked the look of them, so I got off the bus and went back to take this shot. I put the photo into an exhibition, and it was there one day someone told me they used to be a stable.
A few months later this and some other buildings in the area were torn down to make way for apartments.
The wonders of chance. This is one of a number of headless statues in a quiet Dublin park. I don’t know why they were decapitated, but there must be a good story there, or at least an interesting one.
I just happened to pass at the right time on the right day.
I took this on my way home from a job interview. I didn’t get the job, but I got this. It was the only good thing in that area.
There was a tension in the air, like you could be attacked at any moment. The streets were empty, with litter the only evidence of life.
I’d been in a situation like that only once before. A theatre company I worked for in the mid nineties hosted a workshop for kids in a deprived area of Dublin. Even though I traveled in the back of the van, with no windows to look out, I knew we had entered the area because the atmosphere suddenly changed.