After a redeye to Dublin, we rented a car and drove to New Grange. Everything seemed a little blurry that day, including our pictures.
This picture was purposely blurry and I love it that way because it is the only way to understand how it was taken. I took the picture through a stationary telescope at a visitor center, before we took a bit of a walk to meet a bus, which would drive us to the historic site. Included are also blurry/unfocused sheep as we took this walk, a picture of the telescope with New Grange in the distance and a better shot of the site, so you can get a good view of the megalithic site that is so fascinating to us.
As I scrolled through the trusty photo files, I found literally hundreds of self-shot pictures of my husband and I together. Luckily for you, I’ve only included four.
In some you can see the frustration of trying to get a camera to work from arm’s length or that we forgot to remove the zoom before taking a self-portrait. Others I can tell my husband is getting really annoyed that I’m making him stop and take more of these. Luckily in most of the shots we look really happy. I love them all because if we had the same smile all the time, all we’d be looking at is the background.
Not very flattering, but our fingers were too frozen to take pictures and it was a bitter ferry ride to Ellis Island.
I realize the sun is supposed to set on Galway Bay in Ireland, but I can guarantee that these are early morning shots as we awoke in Salthill, Galway and headed north toward Connemara. Though I thought these might be terrible at the time, capturing the sun this way, I’ve grown to love these because I can almost feel how bright and crisp that morning felt as I revisit these. The road was icy and the glare was strong, but it was tough to complain after a full Irish breakfast and a long ride to Westport ahead of us.
As I scrolled through my trusty photo hard drive, I found what I think is the closest thing to two subject pictures; mainly because well, there are two characters in them and they have different things happening for each subject. The last one is simply so you have an understanding of how mocking a pug can be while his dog father works. He thinks he’s the boss you know. He realizes this is not the case when he relies on us for his precious kibble.
And here are…Pug in a sweater and his shoveling father.
No pugs or humans were injured during this photography session. Unless you count muscle aches from back-breaking snow removal.
Journeys come in many shapes and sizes. I actually have a niece named Journie, but I won’t be posting pictures of her today. I thought about posting pictures of the band to be funny, but I’ve yet to see them. I do love the Statefarm commercial when those two guys have a “Journey moment” though.
It’s already three hours after Saturday has ended but I’m trying to hold up my end of my daily posting plan and feeling annoyed because I’m having trouble finding anything but literal pictures of traveling or journeying (if that is a word). There have been many emotional and transitional journeys made over the last few, no, over the span of life that we can remember.
Instead, I’ve found a picture that was taken out of fun with one of my greatest friends. I was trying to capture what it’s like to be his passenger, but it really does depict how I feel inside as I journey through life and try to decide what is best for me, not as just an individual, but also as an “us” with my husband. I often get complimented on how calm and peaceful I appear during hard times. I don’t believe I actually attempt to cover up my true feelings, but I am good at remaining physically calm while inside I’m reacting more like this photo – capture by cellphone by the way. Obviously, this is was not taken with the intention of sharing at the time.
The way I feel inside as I journey through life.
For those of you who love to scroll through and see photos however, I’ve thrown a couple literal ones in the mix for fun.
I am lucky because I have a group of friends that I have loved since I was 14 years old. Though we live in all different places in the country now, the friendships still remain strong. We try to get together whenever we can get a few in the same town. In this particular trip, one of our girls couldn’t make it, so I printed her face and we “arranged” many pictures, as if she joined us. She accompanied us all over NYC. It’s great because I captured a snide look on her face and it gives each moment more character than a fake smile. She’s my favorite sarcastic person and a wonderful friend. I hope you enjoy and I hope she doesn’t mind that I’ve plastered her face on here for the world to see.
The buildings and monuments shown however, appear to range from the 10th-17th centuries, with most falling earlier in this time period.
This day was bitter cold, but it was impossible to leave and refrain from taking shots through surviving stone towers, churches and crosses, either into other structures or through to the River Shannon, in Ireland. These were taken with a simple camera and frozen fingers, I hope you can still mentally capture the beauty of a place that holds so much history. It is the sight of worship and battle.
“So awkward, I didn’t know you’d be chained up here. I was just trying to tour an old prison for kicks.”
“Excuse me, do you know where the exit is?”
“Don’t talk to me about exits, I’ve been locked in here for 10 years!”
“The sun is blinding today. Let’s see, you’re trying to go where?”
“Pardon me, do you have a smoke?”
This could get interesting, create your own scenario.
Fair trade for some ale? Looks like he’s considering…
“You see, what happened is, there was some metal work being done and the bronze vat just fell on you. Crazy, right?”
“You get down from there Wilde. Look at you, trying to pose like a fancy boy again.”
Oh Dalai, such a prankster.
Mandela’s rock beats your scissors, honey.
Commodore Barry, what are you pointing at?
Me? What the heck did I do?
Fist bump with the Amish.
Not much surprises me or strikes me as unusual. So as I perused my photos, I came up with something that might be a little usual. Us. My husband and I have an odd habit of posing with manikins or any likeness of people really. Not in a creepy way; at least I don’t think so, anyway. Either way, I enjoy them because you can make up different stories about what is happening in each picture and add your own subtitles. Hell, if anyone actually likes these, we might have a valid reason to continue embarrassing ourselves in public. We really do get a kick out of it. Here is just a sampling.
"Excuse me, do you know where the exit is?" "Don't talk to me about exits, I've been locked in here for 10 years!"
As an amateur photographer, I’m hoping these convey contrast properly, particularly with respect to lighting. I took these inside a photography school in Philadelphia. It was an old warehouse that was refurbished and converted into spaces for artists and their expressive institutions.
I fell for the old brickwork, the old glass windows and the beauty of the building which was restored out of a previously abandoned warehouse that at one time drew squatters and taggers. The neighborhood isn’t great, but it appears the building has been respected since the rehab. How they purposely refurbished the building around the graffiti reminds me of the new life it has taken on. It encompasses the contrast between the stages of life this building and this area has seen over time; new to decrepit to repurposed.
A professional photographer, I am not. Amateur? Maybe. When I took these? Not at all.
Four years ago, with our little Sony in my pocket, my husband and I shamelessly wandered and played in Independence Hall Park, adjacent to the Liberty Bell in Philadelphia. We had just had dinner and perused the street artists and galleries that are open the first Friday of each month in Old City. I’d say we were feeling goofy rather than inspired, as we attempted to take pictures of us eating each other’s head.
Distort: misinterpret, falsify, fudge, misrelate, misrepresent, and slant
We did all of that, without any actual consideration of the camera but all in fun, and clearly without any legitimate idea of spatial perception. My credibility factor is drastically diminished with this post, but I’d be lying if I didn’t laugh hysterically when I look at the fifty or so pictures from that night. I’d also be lying if I said we never tried this again. We did get better at it, but those pictures aren’t nearly as fun.