Today in Dublin city centre.
In Dublin’s Fair City
Tag: Dublin
Lockdown
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.
Waiting Room
Friday Foto
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!
Food Bank
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.
Disappearing Dublin
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.
A Bright Idea
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.
The Bridge
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.
