My Great Uncle, Harry Braine, set up the Dublin Camera club in 1945. Apparently he spent some time in the Tower of London having been arrested as a spy for being found with photos that were used to plan attacks with the bouncing bomb, or something like that. I say apparently as I suspect my father, Harry Braine, added a pinch of salt to some of his stories.
Apparently, he also had one of the first cars in Dublin and he also invented the car battery, or at least a part of it. Although I have seen photos that give the latter some credence, and there’s no doubting that he was a prominent member of the Photographic Society of Ireland. According to the History of the Dublin Camera Club (pdf), club meetings were sometimes held in his Drumcondra garage and he won many awards. The Bathers, above, is available to buy for a few hundred quid the last time I checked. Maybe I’ll buy it some day. But for now it’d have to go to the bottom of a list of currently unaffordable luxuries.
Here are some other great shots he took. Some backstage photos from Dublin theater back in the day. Found at www.news4.ie
And our youngest is the latest in a long line of Harry Braines.
P.S. Speaking of photography, here’s a fascinating project:
This exhibition features people whose lives are coming to an end. It explores the experiences, hopes and fears of the terminally ill. All of them agreed to be photographed shortly before and immediately after death.
Ice skating is one of the rare physical activities I find myself enjoying but was restricted to doing once a year, and while listening to Jingle Bell Rock. I considered roller blades for about 1/2 a second but even thinking about it made me feel like a nipple. So we were looking for something to do at the weekend and came across the Dundalk Ice Dome. Took a motorway hour to get there but it’s something else (for an ice rink). It’s a full-on ice hockey stadium with a huge rink and there weren’t that many people there at all.
And in other weekend photos:
Mini me Zoolander
I’ve encountered this odd problem for most of my adult life. Occasionally and quite often, those around me will start speaking to each other in a foreign language. Unfortunately I can only speak English. This predicament is always worse when I’m in a situation that surrounds me with new people, such as a new job, as no-one realises English is my only tongue. At the moment I daren’t go into the canteen as it’s worse than ever. I haven’t a clue what they’re talking about – I’ll just look out the window as these odd phrases whizz over my head.
Its not that they’re rude or anything, they just assume I know this language, I’m a bloke you see. It’s mandatory. I might just go in there at lunch time and get it off my chest, say something like “Lads listen, I thought I’d let you know: I can’t speak football. I’m not actually as quiet as you think I just can’t speak football… so I can’t join in the chit chat, and frankly I’m bored out of my skull listening to you lot every day.”
No I better wait for the inevitable question. “So who do you support John?” “Erm… a wife, a son, a mortgage and a cat… Oh hold on, you’re speaking football aren’t you? ah…gotcha… right… no I don’t support anyone: never had the slightest bit of interest, thanks for asking. Have you seen The Diving Bell and the Butterfly yet?”
Can’t get this song out of my head recently. Any time I see that clip from Good Will Hunting or Anchorman I’m singing it for weeks. But now SkyRocket is being used as a project name in the office and every time I hear it, I’m that close [–] to breaking into song.
It’s funny – the song is about afternoon sex (and pocket rockets) – yet The Starland Vocal band who originally recorded it look like a bunch of hippies who’d be more at home singing about tree hugging.
Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight
gonna grab some afternoon delight.
My motto’s always been; when it’s right, it’s right.
Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night.
When everything’s a little clearer in the light of day.
And you know the night is always gonna be there any way.
Sky rockets in flight.Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.
Starland Vocal Band – Afternoon Delight
Anchorman – Afternoon Delight
Good Will hunting – Afternoon Delight
I’ve always loved Rice Krispie dust, so I love the last bowl in the box where all the dust is. Only recently did I discover a use for that mortar and pestle in the kitchen. Actually you don’t even need the mortar just get your bowl of Rice Krispies and pestle away. Voila! Instant Krispie dust!