Like a wild animal that wakes up hungry and must chase down its breakfast, I head to the starting line of the Dublin Marathon. I’ve been on a zero-carb diet for three months and made the discovery on a training marathon, that my fastest, easiest marathon distance was when I hadn’t eaten for about 20 hours. Continue reading “Running On Empty At The Dublin Marathon 2018”
Impossible, I think, it’s going to be impossible for one man to photograph around 20,000 marathon runners in any meaningful way. But that’s why the prospect excites me. (Thousands of photos here).
My alarm goes off at 6AM and I wonder if there’s really any point in getting out of bed to attempt to photograph the 2016 Dublin City Marathon.
Continue reading “The Halloween Rising of the COW at the Dublin City Marathon 2016”
The Guards come whizzing towards me with their lights flashing. The driver’s window zips open and they stare me down like a sheriff and his deputy eyeballing a new stranger in town in the Wild Wild West. But I’m not in the West today. I’m in the East at Dublin’s 70.3 Ironman 2016 (Thousands of photos will be here soon).
“You’ll have to move off there because you’re an obstruction,” says the driver. Continue reading “Iron Cameraman @ Dublin 70.3 Triathlon 2016”
I have no interest in flowers, whatsoever. But I’m open-minded and think that going to Bloom 2016, in Phoenix Park, could be a delightful experience that may well alter my perceptions and infuse me with a new found interest. Continue reading “The Taste of Bloom (Dublin Through a Lens Part 1 of 2)”