I stumbled over a few cartes-de-visite recently without realising what they were. I hadn’t realised that Parisians and Victorians (and the rest of the world) exchanged photographic portraits as calling cards.
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Gamuts and Profiles
Gamuts and Profiles
What a session I just had. It wasn’t with with a physiotherapist though my neck and shoulder do need some relieving manipulation. Nor a dentist though my teeth were damagingly clenched for a few hours. Nor a psychologist even though I needed to talk with someone to excise the stress induced by printing. No, my session was with a helpline Ian who checked and approved my work and provided me a discount for a print run that needs to be reprinted.
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‘My father told me that cameras let you save eight milliseconds for eternity.
He grew up within sight of The Muglins. I grew up knowing to respect its purpose.’
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Many say that the Irish coastline is about 3,200 km long. Others believe it to be perhaps 6,347 km. Or maybe it’s closer to 16,000 km. Distance perception was on my mind as I was photographing the Muglins and Kish Lighthouses yesterday because The Kish lighthouse always seems relatively near on a clear day.
13 km looks short at 843 mm
Fuji X-T4 | Sigma 150-600 F5-6.3 DG OS HSM | 843 mm | 1/10,000s | f/11 | ISO 2500 | handheld
Life Long Suffering
I recently mentioned being stopped by the police on Baggot Street in Dublin. It’s happened again.
Repurposed old iron nails from the repaired roof.
Inya and Offa
‘Write and tell us when we are going wrong’ said Aung Sang Suu Kyi at the end of her interview with Fergal Keane in 1995.
I wouldn’t know this but for walking along Offa’s Dyke for a few days in 2019. My walking buddy and I found ourselves in a bookshop in Hay-on-the-Wye where I picked up a used copy of Fergal Keane’s Letter to Daniel, published in 1996 for his new-born son. While I’ve enjoyed dipping into these stories over the last fifteen months, I realise that Daniel must be around 24 now and I wonder what he thinks of his Dad’s letters. And I wonder if Keane ever wrote to tell Daw Suu how they were going wrong.