Halla na Cathrach (City Hall). Image credit Julie Corcoran ©2015
And so ends a week of photographs inspired by one day in Dublin.
It began with feeding the birds in St. Stephen’s Green Park,
listening to a band a the top of Grafton Street,
visiting a shrine outside St. Teresa’s Church,
bearing witness to silent chatter on Clarendon Street,
capturing an elephant above a sports store on Suffolk Street and
snapping some pretty young things outside Brown Thomas.
To see the whole collection in one place check out my Flickr album; ‘A Day in Dublin‘.
Go raibh maith agat.
Levitating Dog, copyright Julie Corcoran Photography 2015.
In dog training, coming up with new tricks can be a challenge so this week we’ve been practicing the old levitating dog trick.
Apple Blossom ©agsmaoineamh.com
You can find more of my digital creations in my Behance Gallery.
Go raibh míle maith agaibh.
Orchestral Beat on Soundcloud (click link to be whisked away to Soundcloud for some audio treats).
Ar Cosa in Airde ©agsmaoineamh.com
Words are amazing. In an instant they can conjure up the warm, vibrant scenes of a moroccan market on a grey, dull day, stuck in front of a computer screen.
Words saddle-up and enter the sensorial corrals of the mind, spinning tiny lasso’s above their heads. The word rose, shouts yee-hah! heading straight for a memory from two summers ago; a delicate pink mass of petals you filtered and posted on Instagram. The flowers’ imposing, floral scent, made you woozy; and now as you read this, its’ sweetness, again fills your nostrils.
So too the word, dog poop. Now there’s a few memories to rope in. The family mystery of who tread in it after a walk in the park. The dawning realisation of its’ presence when it gives way in a pile of autumn leaves. The squelch and release of a potent, eye watering, carnivorous stench.
Bet you’re looking for a metaphorical grass verge to wipe your shoes on now, I know I am.
So what’s my dilemma? Well the question is; would this wild west spectacular have been better utilised in a poem or work of fiction? Does maintaining a blog keep me from ‘proper’ writing?
I’m on the fence on this one. Looking in at my memories sending up clouds of dust like wild mustangs.
I can’t keep them in there forever, a corral is only temporary. So do I load them up onto my blog?
Or open the gate and set them free on a foolscap prairie?