Cee Morrissey

Category: b(e)sides

Again. Still!

Having spent several months last year photographing the Irish Coast Guard around the country, it was nice to go back and join an exercise with Howth Coast Guard and Rescue 116 for nothing but fun … and some pics of the new helicopter:







Itsa dog’s life … 2

St. Anne's Park | Nov 2013

St. Anne’s Park | Nov 2013


Itsa dog’s life … 1

Balscadden Bay, Howth's East Pier in the background

Balscadden Bay, Howth

Where the Shannon meets the Sea …

Spent a few days around Kilkee in Co. Clare. With a lot of local help [thank you Anthony & Joe], we traced the coast from Quilty to Loop Head and along the Shannon on the other side of the headland … there is no showing it all, but here are some of the images:



Che himself on Kilkee's harbour wall. Originally photographed by Korda in 1960, Jim Fitzpatrick of Kilkee saw Che this way ... and so do we.

Che himself on Kilkee’s harbour wall. Originally photographed by Korda in 1960, Jim Fitzpatrick of Kilkee saw Che this way … and so do we.


White Strand, Doughmore Bay

White Strand, Doughmore Bay


Through the rain ...

Through the rain … Seafield Harbour

At the Quarry

At the Quarry

Force 7

Loop Head Lighthouse

Loop Head Lighthouse

The Shannon

The Shannon

the last one of 2012


Memory Lane

Going back to the place of your childhood always brings back memories. And with it comes the sense that nothing has changed, that everything has changed. Walking the old way from school some 20 years after leaving, things are … strangely familiar:



This little spot provided for all my childhood fun: bmx in the summer, ski jumping in the winter


the other side of the roadThe other side of the road.

watching me watching youWatching me watching you.

harmony. closed.‘Harmony’. Closed.

neubau. social(ist) housingSocialist housing.

when time stands stillWhen time stands still.


It is some 22 years that the Berlin Wall fell, it is even longer that I left East Germany and I have been ‘back home’ plenty of times. But the one place I have never been back to is the border … outside of Berlin the border was a fence, followed by a heavily patrolled and mined stretch of land … we called it no-man’s land.
The border went right across the road at the end of the village. As kids we went as close to the border as we dared, but I never went back to the border since. I crossed the border line dozen of times, spent weeks in the village with my family but I never went to check out the remains of the border or  no-man’s land. Until this summer.

View of the village.


On the old patrol road: Corn fields were a common sight in East Germany, yet you could not possibly buy sweetcorn or cob of corn in a ‘Konsum’ shop. It was grown for export to the West.


Old barbed wire border fencing used for new purposes …


View East of the border …

Heading West …

Old patrol road …

Westerly winds: No weather for a trip on a helium baloon. Pity!

Remains of a checkpoint …

b(e)sides …

This is what happens when out and about working on a project. I get side-tracked and photograph the … coast. These are two images taken in Bray, Wicklow a couple of weeks ago …