It may just be that there are no proof-readers in Clonakilty either …..
The old expression of management types came to mind when I spotted some temporary signs in Clonakilty today.
It may just be that there are no proof-readers in Clonakilty either …..
When out and about looking for even more pieces of Lost by ArtOfAsbestos, I spotted some strange and unusual stickers on poles, walls and traffic signs – possible strange just to me, as some were beyond my comprehension.
I would expect that it has nothing to do with The Glorious Revolution of the Twelfth of July.
Cork have 7 All-Ireland Football Wins so it will take some time to get to 12.
Very many thanks to KH for forwarding the photograph above which was taken at Barleycove, Co. Cork.
It may be that the collapse has already happened and one letter ‘l’ slipped away in the dune slide.
Or maybe it is just a proofreading issue.
Last week was the first time that I encountered Art Of Asbestos. Twitter suggests that the artwork has been in Dublin for at least the past year and had been around years ago.
I don’t know when the sticker campaign started in Cork but they have had me smiling since the weekend. There are probably more that I have not yet seen. Art of Asbestos is on Instagram, with even more.
If the humour is not to your liking, you could try the Bonnie Tyler ‘Lost’ version.
On 9th May, the head on Widerlings Lane was the Street Art that I tweeted in my on-going efforts to tweet one PostBox, Roadside Memorial, StreetArt work, and, Ghostsign every day for 2019 – a means to an end of sorting out and cataloguing all of the photographs that I have.
I had assumed that the art was completed, but I was wrong.
Yesterday, cycling on Popes Quay on my way to final evening of classes at U.C.C. for the term, I spotted that the art had been developed.
There was Michael O’Riordan keeping an eye on passers-by.
The head appears to be from the photograph that accompanied the temporary memorial around the corner on Popes Quay a short while back, placed by Michael’s nephew Pat Cadogan.
Eighty-three years ago, Michael O’Riordan left the North Mall and headed to Spain.
Well done to MYO Café.
Today’s StreetArt offering has been the updated version on Widerlings Lane.
Does a sign qualify as a ghostsign if the name does not change?
Cork City - Was McSweeney (painted sign) - Then McSweeney (plastic sign)
Douglas Road Photos taken: 25/01/16 & 27/02/19
Today is Day 73 of 2019. I am 73 days through the filing and cataloguing of a number of groupings that I have been photographing for years.
Since January 1, I have been tweeting one postbox; one item of street art; one roadside death memorial; and, one ghostsign. The filing and recording is definitely improved but there are still 292 days to go.
At this stage, I fear that I will not have photographs for 365 ghostsigns in Cork city – presently at about 230. I may need to expand into some of the county towns to keep the run going for the year.
Last week, I spotted a painted sign on a shop on the Douglas Road. The remains of the previous plastic sign had been removed to reveal an old painted sign. Cue, delight at another ghostsign for the catalogue.
However, when I went to compare with an older photograph that I had, I noticed that the shop remained as McSweeney’s.
Some may argue that a true ghostsign is a sign for a previous company/organisation that remains or is revealed when a new business operates. That has merit.
It is an old sign for a business that had been hidden and now revealed, so as I am struggling to get 365 Cork ghostsigns, it is being counted as a ghostsign in these quarters.
The builders are obviously in attendance so I am unsure as to how much longer the ghost will be free.
Pothole Reveals the Ghost of the old Blackrock Tram.
I received these two photographs this morning from KH. They are of a pothole on the Blackrock Road between Ashton School and the CRK0001A postbox a bit up the road. But this pothole proves to be a revelation.
As if I was not photographing enough groupings, I have recently started photographing some old railways tracks that remain visible – maybe not for long with the developments in Docklands. So when a railway track is revealed as a ghost from under the tarmac, it was a double win.
I travelled past on the way home from my Irish walk but the rain did not help my photographs. I will be back for more photos.
When tracks were revealed when they were doing the plaza works in Blackrock Village, it was decided to incorporate them into the development. I suspect that the Blackrock tram track will be recovered and not exposed as an item of archaeology.
This afternoon, I was driving past and it was gone. I drove down this morning and did not notice it gone. But, gone it is, now.
The moulded plaster sign for the Rockboro’ Stores has been there as long as I can remember. Rockboro Road being on the other side of the city, it was not an area I frequented often when young so I cannot ever remember a shop operating from the premises.
Earlier this week, I was suggesting that it would be a good idea if all planning applications were required to include a photographic record. Be it methods of construction, particular details, or just the social history of the number of separate shops that existed in the days before the giant supermarkets, it would be a trove for future generations.
By the time the wall is rerendered next week and then painted, another record of the local shop will not be available to the younger generations.
I will miss it – particularly the apostrophe which I presume nodded towards the absent ‘ugh’ as in Rockborough.
Mosaic tiling has been one of the (many) items in Cork that I have been photographing over the past few years. I will get around to grouping together and uploading to the website – but not today or tomorrow.
This afternoon I was lucky enough to spot a mosaic for the first time. Lucky as the builders had the door to the site open as I passed. Extra lucky in that they even brushed the mosaic for the photograph. Extremely lucky as the mosaic is not much longer for this world - a new floor will be poured in the coming weeks.
The bar closed down a good few years ago. The building was subject to a blog post in 2016. Prior to its closing, it was the home of the Cork Branch of the Chelsea Supporters Club – hence the mosaic.
With digital photographs now easy and cheap to store, it has got me thinking that it would be a good idea for all planning applications to include a complete photographic survey to retain a snapshot of what was and what is to be no more – an archaeological time capsule of sorts.
If you need distracting for a while, you could do worse that try to name the locations of some mosaics around Cork.
I have yet to photograph the floor of the Honan Chapel at U.C.C.
Any suggestions as to other mosaics that are missing would be welcome.
This Friday sees the official launch of Enda O’Flaherty’s book – The Deserted School Houses of Ireland. On Friday at 6.00, I do hope to be at the Nano Nagle Centre.
When the reminder popped up on my computer, it prompted concentrating this week on school buildings on my daily update for Ghostsigns.
Since the first day of the year, in an effort to get my photographs of Roadside Death Memorials, Postboxes, Street Art and Ghostsigns organised, I have been tweeting one of each every day. Today is Day 64.
Last week’s tweets included the Cork Model School which has been repurposed as Circuit Courthouse.
Today’s tweet is a crest in a terrazzo floor. It greeted me most school mornings for six years of my life so it brought back some memories when I spotted through an open door a while back – neither good, nor bad, just memories.
The ghost most likely has much better, and much worse, memories, for others.
The building was originally the Vincentian School until the transfer in 1888 of seminarians to Farranferris. The Christian Brothers opened the school in 1888. I do not know the date of the terrazzo flooring which from recollection goes all the way up the stairs from MacCurtain Street to above Wellington Road entrance
Was Christian Brothers College - Now Residential
Photos Taken - 18/2/1
Patrick Street, 1872
I was well impressed when I spotted some stencil art this morning on a utility box at the corner of Popham’s Road and Farranferris Avenue.
The image of Roy Keane was the first of the pieces that I spotted heading up the hill, resulting in an immediate left, and stop. There are other stencil pieces but it is the boy Roy that has had me searching the web for this blog post this evening.
The photo on the left below is from Farranferris Avenue. It shows Roy holding the head of a raven in his right hand over his right eye.
The photo on the right is from the Crawford Art Gallery and shows Roy also holding the raven’s head in his right hand over his right eye. The original photograph was taken by Murdo Macleod and the homepage of his website shows the image hanging in the Crawford – bird in right hand.
There appears to be no issue but if you look really closely you might sense an image of Keano, laughing …..
To most, this may look like an alcove in a store room – but it is much more famous than that.
Yesterday, I was delighted to respond to an invitation to attend the screening of The Irish Revolution at the Cork Opera House next week. The book remains on my desk at home – I doubt if I will ever get through all of it but it great just to open any page and read.
Responding to the invitation reminded me of a visit to the Cork Opera House a few months back where I was shown that blocked up opening in the middle of the back wall of the store room.
President Éamon de Valera opened the current Opera House in October 1965. In the lead-up to the night of the formal opening, an issue was discovered with the design – the stage and the auditorium were separated. Access to the stage was from the rear of the building. Access to the auditorium was from the front of the building.
How Dev was to go from his seat in the auditorium to make his address on the stage was solved by the forming of an opening in the wall that separated the auditorium side from the stage side.
In the intervening years, door access has been created, and the need to use this access route no longer exists. The access passageway has been blocked up but it remains known by the title it received over 50 years ago – De Valera’s Hole.
and this is not about a Derby County player inebriated after a successful cup final.
I am making best guess that this is a ram. The face is definitely more mouse like but given a choice of bull, goat, ram or wildebeest, I’ll stick with ram.
Yet again, a word in Irish brings joy.
I had never stopped to think that there might be a word for rustled cattle, stolen cows, plundered bovine. My geographical and timeline placings did not put me near cattle, or plundering forays.
This morning, reading an email with latest blog post from West Cork History introduced me to Lisheenacreagh – Lisín na Creiche – Little Fort of the Cattle Spoil. The word ‘spoil’ had me intrigued.
Logainm has the spelling as Lisheennacreagh and a suggested history of ‘little fort of the prey or plunders’. WestCorkHistory has details of house being burned down in War of Independence.
‘Creach’ has now entered my vocabulary of Irish words. I cannot see it getting an outing in a sentence too often.
No photograph of a sign today – but will go looking on my next trip to West Cork if a townland plaque does exist for the safe house for the stolen cattle.
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For the Fainthearted
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Tea and a Peach
Buildings & Things Past
Come Here To Me
Pilgrimage in Medieval Ireland
The Irish Aesthete
Ireland in History Day By Day
Buildings of Ireland
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The Standing Stone
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