A Day in the Failures of John R. Clancy LISTEN: John Rufus Clancy tried to become so still that he could feel time pass, but he failed. He could see the clock counting up, but he couldn’t feel its passing. There: that transition between 14:59:59 and 15:00:00, that transition from not late, to late. Where…
To watch from a distance the world settle in for its night from a bank high up under the Skye Road where I can make out comforting lights in windows cars in their driveways and the beam of a lighthouse all blink, blink, wait… blink, blink, wait… Somebody below is driving carefully along the low…
Last of May, 2017. One camera, one roll of film, one day: get objective on the reality of being me, here, now, today Canon F1n, Fuji 200 35mm film. Mostly on 35mm f2 and 50mm f1.4 lenses, with 1 shot on a 135mm f2.5 (FL lens from the 1960s).
A gust of wind blows suddenly down a remote valley. What mischief might it bring?
Photo Essay from the CCAFS conference held in NUI Galway in 2017
I stick the Hasselblad in one of the pannier bags mounted on the old blue Giant racer, and the tripod in the other. Then I head off a bit aimlessly. Left back the Glann road towards the hill of Doon or the High Road loop, or right to Oughterard? Right. Now, South towards Galway city…
I’ve just left Temple Cafe in the Corn Store, and their grilled chicken sandwich on sourdough bread. Two old ladies, walking slowly in conversation along St Augustine Street. A man on the opposite side of the street, going the other way. The building next to the library is in the process of being torn down.…
Three siblings meet in the kitchen of a rural farmhouse after their uncle’s funeral. But what secrets do they need to dig up?
Long short time ago: Around Dublin on the100th anniversary of the 1916 rising: words and photos
Here it comes, there it goes. The Christmas break, with its long buildup and heavily marketed stature, has already left the building before it seemed to even arrive. The rains barely paused for breath, though the good winds provided enough breath for all. Under the twinklings of dangling lights blowing in the breezing rain, ’tis…
It happened before, though the levels this time are higher. In 2006, for the first time in the history of a family home built almost a century before, winter waters reached the doors and spilled into the kitchen. Nine years later, after another close scare in 2009, there are four inches of water from wall…
Storm Desmond is still battering its way across Ireland and the U.K., having already dumped a month’s worth of rain in some areas. The local radio stations along the west coast have become live feeds of lists of blocked roads, lights out, flooded houses. Rivers have been filled to breaking points and beyond. The Owenriff…
I am The car jolts and rocks along the track, as though dragged by chains to a chased beast. I am the beast. The indistinct greyed-over bogs and swollen rivers coming down the hills whish by the windows I am the window. Father is a good driver, but sometimes an angry driver, and now he…
It’s a poor craftsman that blames his tools. But what craftsman has no tools at all? Where would we be, scrawling bison on caves Not that there is anything wrong with that, and indeed your latest work is exceptional and I love how you captured that sabred tooth where it flickers in the firelight. I…
Let’s Get Angry and Call it Like it is. Inflame inflame! There is not enough Fire in the game, Or teeth in the trough. Stoke, stoke! The peace of your pieces; Shake from the smoke, Sparks to the breezes. Whip, whip! Agenda from embers; Dare in the dip, To sip on the the cinders. Burn,…
Summer was a long haul of slosh and soakings, and then finally in Autumn dry stretches fuse into a few weeks of easy goings and comings, crunch of leaf underfoot, mudless soles, no winds worth their leaning into. Come November 1st, and the temperature strays above 15 Celsius. That trip to the Maamturks was long…
