The River Corrib through foliage

This was one of the very first photos I ever put online, and I still love it today. As with most of my good photos, it seems like this was a completely accidental photograph-I had my camera’s white balance set to tungsten (for street lights) by mistake.

I love this photograph because it broods. It communicates a harsh mood, dawn light, and silence. There’s a feeling of omen, of threat.


in ireland, photo

Mark Grealish

Dashing brigand, handsome rapscallion, father, crazy cat lady and the world's greatest lover and liar, living in Galway, Ireland.




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