History from Cork and around the world. My Kingdom For A Horse.

It hits you like a thousand feathers. It is heavy and green. The corn smells like wet paper and the shed like grease and pesticide. You spend whole summers camped in the corn rows, making trips to the shed periodically for old bolts, wire, and garden spades to make secret landmines for epic wars with enemies hiding under the shadows of the corn stalks. Until one day you are walking down across 21st Street and you smell India again.

Welcome to the Top of the Popped. Or just any number alone.

Farewell, hello, eyesoup! March 1, 2012. It is with a little sadness that I find myself writing this post. Because this is the last post I will be writing for Cork Analogue Photographers. Thanks to all who have supported us over the past few years, we really enjoyed the ride! However, this is not of course the end.