My legs a bit wobbly from running my first ever marathon the day before, without training I might add (blog post on this coming soon), I decide to double gun it and use two cameras to take photos of this event. The reason for using … Continue reading Pillow Talk at Achill Running’s August Event 2017
You like sexy, don’t you? Well, let me tell you, dear reader, that I had the sexiest time of my life in Achill at the weekend. No bull. No horns. Just sexy in the most psychologically mind glowingly amazing way possible. (All photos here soon).
Ye haw! After a 7am in the mornin’ hike up the misty holy mountain known as Croagh Patrick, I set me down and wait for the participants to arrive. (All photos here over the next few days). I got ma brand spanky new sign with … Continue reading The COW-boy ‘tographer Shoots Gaelforce West 2017
Winter is death. Leaves flutter from trees leaving the skeletal branches as exposed and bare as a body without flesh. Summer’s aromas have left the air and the once green leaves turn to a brown mush underfoot. (All marathon photos are in albums here.)
Why am I doing this? I ask myself, groggy-eyed, as I arrive on Achill Island to photograph the first day of their marathon events which consist of a half marathon, a full marathon, and an ultra marathon. This is the same question I always used … Continue reading Smile Catching at Achill Ultra
Trailheads’ Western Way Ultra took a path along by the fisheries at Aasleagh Falls, and I feel I must say something about my time here, and the people I met, because I had some wonderfully interesting conversations with people while waiting for the ultra distance runners to arrive at this point of the race. (more…)
Traditionally, after descending Croagh Patrick, I always go for fish and chips in P. Dunning’s beside the Octagon. In there I meet the couple from Dunboyne that I mentioned in my previous post. I ask if they mind me joining them, and they don’t.
After a little conversation it transpires that the man, named Pat, is the first cousin of a woman who is married to the former Vice Principal of my secondary school in Galway. Times like this make one realise just how small Ireland is and that you don’t have to look to far to find someone who knows, or is related to, someone else you know. I guess it’s a small island. (more…)
Golden sunshine, dappling through grey clouds, gives off a heavenly aspect which instantly infuses me with a sense of warm spirituality. The mountain is bathed in a clammy heat that makes me perspire as soon as I begin my ascent. I’m here today to capture … Continue reading Croagh Patrick Gold