The Smithfield area in Dublin City has been given a huge facelift, hundreds of new apartments and office blocks have been built and the whole place looks very modern but it’s a little like an island. All around it there are these old, rundown buildings, pubs and shops. I’m enjoying using my lunchbreaks to go out and explore.
My nephew Sean celebrated his first birthday over the weekend. He’s such a good baby, always happy to observe whatever’s going on around him. While he was quietly enjoying his slice of birthday cake you’d never know it to look at this photo but there was a manic grass fight going on behind me.
The day after my DaDa passed away I went to his house to take photographs. It might sound a little morbid but this house is something very special in my family. My grandparent’s lived there for their whole married life, and it was my great-grandparent’s house before that. My mother was born in their bedroom upstairs and so were her two brothers and two sisters. For as long as I can remember it was the hub of our extended family…Christmas, New Years, summertime, Sunday dinners…it all happened there. So, now that it’s to be sold and passed on to become a part of somebody else’s family history, I wanted to try and capture something of it. I spent nearly two hours photographing everything I could think of and my plan is to create a book with all the photographs. Something to keep and remember.
In the meantime (the book is taking me awhile to put together) I thought I might share just a couple of shots. These are a few that I took in the old kitchen of the house including my NaNa’s old recipe book stuffed full of recipes she’d torn from magazines and many more in her own handwriting. Grannymar I thought of you when I found these and made sure to take photographs of the handwritten ones!
Canon 10D 28mm, f1.8, 1/60, ISO 200
Canon 10D 28mm, f1.8, 1/180, ISO 200
I’m back in Dublin working with Brown Bag for the next 3 weeks so my camera got a bit of a trip to the city. So many interesting faces! Paddy stopped me in my tracks because he’s the spitting image of my late father-in-law. He looks really suspicious of me here but he was actually very friendly.
I was in Cork over the weekend so I could take some photos of Diarmuid’s family. It was freezing so they were really good sports about going out and allowing me to take the photos outdoors. Especially Diarmuid who had been promised a ride on the digger and was very excited about it 😀