Friday, May 7, 2010

Wexford Sights (XIII)

Yes, yes, I know: more bloody photography instead of anything more substantial! In the interests of giving more bang for the buck (so to speak), I could write:
When I arrived at Tinaberna Strand this afternoon to walk the hound, I found that some pustulent scumbucket had dumped a load of rubbish in the car-parking area (pictured below). I've always thought that a good way to deter this behaviour would be to force those who indulge in such despoiling activities, if caught, to eat all the rubbish that they dumped. It could be a TV series: Eating That Rubbish, presented by Marty Whelan! ("And here in the RTE studios we have the O'Nobody family from Waterford, who dumped several bags of household waste at Tramore! Let's see how many of the tin cans and soiled diapers this family of four can consume before they have to be hospitalised! The rubbish has been compacted, sterilized, and treated to avoid any fatalities, but it still tastes bloody awful! For every kilo consumed we'll donate 10 euro to charity!" And so forth...) I understand that people may have difficulties paying bin charges, but why can't they dump their trash in front of the council's offices in protest? You know, do something positive about it rather than wrecking beautiful stretches of countryside? But if you don't approve of the horrible cruelty of the above concept, here's another way of encouraging people to save stuff rather than dumping it (I have no idea who these people are, but I particularly love the rubber-glove bagpipes):

Monday, May 3, 2010

Wexford Sights (XII)


The joys of a powerful zoom lens: a grey heron waits for his dinner to swim by, photographed as my partner and I walked along the towpath by the River Barrow at Graiguenamanagh in County Kilkenny. (The crude red squares on the top photo show the distance involved.) The heron is rather like the following filmmaker, catching his images:

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Wexford Sights (XI)



It's a sure sign of summer when the dunes of the local beach become overrun with millions of snails, chowin' down on the plants and the prodigious quantities of rabbit droppings that litter the area (the snail in the second picture can be seen heading for one). I apologise for the fact that the third picture is slightly out of focus (always a risk with a macro lens), but I like the unexpected appearance of the ant. Above is a photo of our hound rolling vigorously on what I later discovered, by the appalling stench off of his fur, was horse manure. Asked if he had ever listened to Stockhausen, Sir Thomas Beecham replied, "No, but I once trod in some." So here's a fine piece of music to accompany both the beautiful snail shells and my dog rolling in some Sir Thomas Beecham (sorry, I couldn't resist...)