Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
12th February 2009
This photo-a-day lark can be quite stressful. I'm trying to be as honest as possible - taking and uploading one photo per day. So far each of the photos have been taken on the date listed, even if they've been uploaded in bulk a few days later. So far, no cheating.
The problem arises if I spot two great photo opportunities in one day. I'm not allowing myself to hold a photo over to the next day which means trying to decide which to upload, and which to delete. It's the digital version of Sophie's Choice. The opposite - and more common - problem is when it gets late in the day and nothing has taken my fancy, so I frantically try to snap anything just to get the daily photo.
So, this morning, on my way to a meeting with a law firm at 7am, I noticed the sunrise over the Irish Sea in the Docklands. It was a perfect photo opportunity, and the photo has come out pretty well, but rather than relaxing in the knowledge that today's photo is taken and uploaded, I'm hiding in my office hoping I don't spot anything better on my way home, to displace this one, and lose the smug satisfaction of having been at a 7am meeting!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
4th February 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
3rd February 2009
Lemon vodka, which my colleague made and kindly gave to me a few years ago. It has been sitting, unopened, on my desk ever since. I take the occasional sniff of it, screw up my eyes to stop them from watering, and replace the lid. It's noxious stuff, and I'm not really sure what to do with it. I fear one day it will explode.
Monday, February 2, 2009
2nd February 2009
A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
James Joyce, "The Dead" from Dubliners
Sunday, February 1, 2009
1st February 2009
Leeson Street in the rain.
So, the Photo-a-Day project is a month old. The project is going better than I expected, and remembering to take my camera with me to meetings so that it is with me when I see a good scene is now second nature.
I'm a little surprised how many of this month's photos have been of gloomy buildings. It's easier for an amateur photographer like me to get photos of buildings because they don't move. Hopefully next month the evenings will be a little lighter and there'll be a greater variation in what I upload here.
Feel free, if there's anyone there, to leave a comment or send me an email.
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