Time Flies When You Are Missing Ireland

I went to Ireland about three months ago now (wow, it’s been that long?) and I finally got the money around to getting the rolls from my trip developed. I shot everything using my precious fuji natura classica (bless that camera’s little soul.) I spent two and a half weeks in the Burren, where I studied and made work at the Burren College of Art.

We then spent a few days in Dublin before heading back to the United States. This was my second time in Dublin, but my first time visiting the Irish Museum of Modern Art (IMMA, as in, IMMA look at some hella rad art.) We also went to the Natural History Museum, where we saw one of the highlights of my trip, the bog bodies. Holla.

I can’t wait to travel again. I make photos all of the time, but they are so constructed. It feels good to just go out and take pictures without having to think too much or contemplate concepts or piece together a thesis. I’m already looking forward to my next adventure, whatever that may be.

Happy Shooting!

Musings of a Weary Traveller

I took a Fuji Instax Wide camera with me to London with two projects in mind: the project with the photos within photos (which I’m still editing- I seriously have like 20 left,) and the one I’m about to show you.

I found this travel photo diary at a thrift store, and the gears clicked into place. Before this discovery, I was anticipating just using the instant photos for the above mentioned project and then put them in a box somewhere. But, the album inspired this series instead.

I was initially going to say that the dialogue comes from an anonymous character I made up, but really I just sat around, brooding over something deep to say. Some of these things I thought while I was experiencing the scene. Others, I just tried to remember what it was like and what kinds of thoughts could be spurred from it. Each image and phrase across from it is connected- in some, the parallel is apparent, while in others… not so much.

I still have a ridiculous amount handful of photos to edit from the trip, and I still have to mail some film off, so I’m not done yet! The semester has officially started, I have my first photography project, and I’m in the process of applying for grad schools and jobs. Here’s to a good rest of the year! It’s bound to be productive.

and, of course, Happy Shooting.

Natura[l] Ireland

The results are in! My roll of Fuji Natura Classica film came back un-fogged, which I was extremely worried about since TSA staff in both London and Dublin denied me a hand-check on my film. Hallelujah! Praise Jesus! Yay! I was so livid each and my friends had to hear me complain about it for a good ten minutes each time, but all is well and they are troopers for hearing me rant about it. Thanks guys, thanks.

These are pictures from my various adventures across the Irish island, including my escapades in the city of Dublin both day and night, my Northern Ireland adventures in the Dark Hedges, Giant’s Causeway, and the lovely little Irish town on the cliff side, and our hostel hallway and dormitory. Good times, good times.

A few weeks ago I posted about being nervous while taking photographs, and though I’ve moved past it quite a bit, I had a moment when I went to get these developed. I needed a friend to come with me to drop them off and pick them up, so I delayed getting these developed by two days. Whoops. I’m just gonna say that I had a good couple of weeks of totally creepin’ on people and snapping away anxiously but with reckless abandon, so it was bound to catch up with me anyways. And there was that photo specialist who looks like a mob boss who kinda sorta maybe intimidated me last time geez Al Pacino go back to America. But, c’est la vie! Gotta keep on keepin’ on!

I’m off to Bath, Glastonbury, Avebury, and Stonehenge this weekend, so expect, as usual, some shots.

blahblahblahhappyshootingandallthatblah!

Days in Dublin

Yesterday and today was Dublin.The first two days I didn’t spend anytime in the city, save for showering, sleeping, and eating french fries chips. So the past two days I actually stayed put and explored the city instead of running off into the wilderness and getting stranded there.

My friends and I woke up at not 5:30 in the morning on Sunday and went to Trinity College to get some homework done. We were initially planning on studying in the library, but I guess you need to pay to get in which was lame so we just sat on some steps instead. I wrote my writing assignment in one of the oldest colleges in the world, so hey, that’s pretty cool.

After being responsible students for about half an hour, we decided to go exploring. We just kind of wandered around without looking at a map, because we figured if we could get home from Northern Ireland we could surely find our way back to our hostel eventually. Obviously we made it back, and on the way I took some photos.

We basically just bummed around, popped in stores, bought touristy-things, and ate pizza. I have no photos of the pizza, though. Today we did the same thing, except we spent a lot of time in Burger King mooching off of the WiFi. Ireland was great, but I think we exhausted Dublin in just one day. If I could tour the Irish countryside some more though (with a way of absolutely returning,) I would stay forever. So, it’s good to be back “home” in London.

I’ll be getting my roll of film from my Ireland adventures developed sometime this week, so keep an eye out. Until then, happy shooting!

Ireland Stole My Heart and It Can Keep It

I’ve only been in Ireland for about 24 hours, but this country has stolen my heart.

We got into Dublin pretty late, and after checking into our hostel we went promptly to bed. I have never stayed in a hostel before, but this one is extremely nice. It’s still what you would expect from a hostel, but it’s clean, there are lots of bathrooms, and I can lock up my things. I’m staying in a twenty-four-bed-mixed “dormitory,” which really means I’m in a big room with 12 bunk beds with dudes and chicks. It’s a pretty neat experience, and call me weird, but there is something cool about sharing a sleeping space with people you will never see again.

The showers though. Meh.

On to the pretty stuff.

We took a tour to the Cliffs of Moher. I had NO IDEA it was on the west coast of Ireland. No clue. I spent most of the bus ride sleeping, but when I was awake I had the joy of speaking with the Malaysian gentleman next to me. He was traveling in Ireland with his family to celebrate his niece graduating from university. He told me all about the places he had been to, and told me I simply must travel India- ALL of India. Hey, I didn’t disagree. Sign me up.

On the way to the Cliffs, we made a few stops, including what our tour-guide called the “mini cliffs.” I’m sure there is a proper name for them, and I tried finding it online, but everyone calls them the mini cliffs so whatever.

An astonishing thing to me is how there are ancient abbeys and monasteries and walls and castle ruins just sitting in the Irish countryside, untouched. I’m an American, humor me. We have nothing of that sort in the United States, since it is still, in comparison to the rest of the world, a young country. Our tour guide mentioned something about how faeries in Ireland aren’t the faeries we think about, with pretty dresses and beauty. Instead, they are scary creatures who protect these ancient places. This myth must have some truth to it, since there are so many of these places left standing.

Now. The Cliffs of Moher. Astonishing. Amazing. Oh. My. Goodness. I. Don’t. Have. Enough. Adjectives. But. Maybe. All. Off. These. Periods. Get. The. Point. Across.

Or maybe some pictures will do.

The unfortunate thing was the fog. But the fortunate thing was the fog. It’s complicated. I would have LOVED to see the cliffs on a clear day, I’ve seen pictures of them like that, and I would have very much liked to have taken my own pictures like that. However, I liked that we had fog because it set such a different mood to the trip. It was more mystifying, in a way. When I think of Ireland, I think of two things: the color green, and the word magic. I guess I’m still a total kid at heart, but being on those cliffs, being surrounded by fog, not being able to see the ocean below or fifty meters in front of you… All of those things made me feel like I was in a transcendental place. It’s hard to explain.

When we got back to Dublin, we went out. The night life here is something else. We went to a pub where there was Irish music and Celtic dance and oh my gosh it was so wonderful. The musicians poked fun at my group a little bit, commenting how we were quiet Americans, which I guess is a rarity over here. I took a lot of pictures on my light-sensitive Fuji Natura, so those photos will pop up eventually.

And that’s my first day in this wonderful country. Tomorrow I’m heading up to Northern Ireland with some friends to see the Dark Hedges and the Giant’s Causeway. If those places are anything like the Cliffs of Moher, I may not be able to leave this gorgeous place.

Happy shooting!