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). Continue reading “Sexy, Sexy, Sexy and Wild at the Achill Marathon 2017 (July)”
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 me so now every dog gone person will know where to find ma photos (or at least they would if the thang didn’t keep blowin’ all o’er the place) cos it’s a gosh darned cryin’ shame when folks don’t get to see tharselves in action. Continue reading “The COW-boy ‘tographer Shoots Gaelforce West 2017”
Locked and loaded minutes before the winning triathlete reaches the 70km mark (where I’m positioned for today’s photographic extravaganza), I decide to blast out Survivor’s Eye of the Tiger and put it on repeat because, well, it’s a gosh darned awesome song and if an athlete isn’t motivated to keep pushing forward by listening to it then in all probability they don’t have a pulse.
Continue reading “Tri of the Tiger at the Lough Cutra Triathlon 2017”
A car exploding into flame on my route down to Kerry for the Lakes of Killarney Marathon 2017 meant that traffic on the motorway was halted for about half an hour.
It always hits me as strange how there’s a giant, and maybe infinite web of interconnected and unfathomable occurrences which lead to every split second happening across the space time continuum.
“What are you taking pictures for?” One of a trio of ladies asks me as she’s going by.
“The Galway Cow, missus,” I say, “have you heard of it?”
“Arrah, no,” she says, “but sure you can take our picture and put us on it anyway.”
So I do. (Photos will be here over the next few days)
Even carefully laid plans often go tits up, or maybe I am just unfortunate. The following details my experience taking around 16,000 photos of the London Marathon 2017. (There is a total of 17 albums of photographs of the 2017 London Marathon the links to which will be here as processed: #1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #6, #7, #8) Continue reading “On my Knees Photographing the London Marathon 2017”
“If you’re last out, lock the door and leave the key under the mat,” I was told by a very nice lady in the house I’m staying in, “the key will be left in the door until the last person leaves.” But there is no key in the door. With astute and rapid reasoning I realise the only other option is to climb out one of the windows. Continue reading “Children of the Road at the Clonakilty Marathon 2016 (Part II of II)”
Hospitalisation seeming like a very real necessity to him, at mile 97, is the climax of Ray O’Connor’s humourous description of his first ever attempt to run 100 miles in the annual Connemara ultra run of which he is the founder (he finished). No stranger to extreme running, Ray is a marketing professional, keen running enthusiast, one of the race directors of this year’s Clonakilty Marathon and the man-on-the-mike for an inspirational series of talks with running superstars and survivors of the Boston Marathon bombings. Continue reading “More Than a Marathon in Clonakilty 2016 (Part 1 of 2)”
“You wouldn’t put a cow out in it,” jests one of the competitors in reference to how cold the day is. Alas, I’m a bit slow and it takes a second before I realise he’s referring to me. (All photos are here). Continue reading “Play Misty For Me at the Eddie Murphy Memorial Marathon 2016”