A) Let me first return to Ireland:
1. Here's my major favorite... a street scene from downtown Dublin..
“They used to be everywhere… And now they’re not anywhere.
And I don’t know where any…” Her wet eyes jerked about fixing on this and that…
Reconsolidation: Some profession, maybe the psychologist's, created that word which means, "the moment you remember is the moment you forget." Here's a promontory poking from Northern Ireland's Giant's Causeway into the gush of the North Sea. Immovable object slams into irresistible force. Or maybe the other way around?
Dunno where in Ireland I captured this. We watched thousands of these homes drive past our windows. They filled my memory with their colors, boxed shapes, and tidy; lines, walks and alleys.
I live in America's Amish country. The old order has largely stopped its technological clock somewhere in the middle of the 19th century. The towns of Ireland, I've found, have stopped their urban street clocks somewhere in the late 1930s or pre-war 40s. So much seems as familiar as nostalgia. Here on Killarney's Market street's a powerful example... Look at the candies in the crystal jars. Can you read the flavors? These are the penny-sticks lurking almost beyond memory of most of us today. Killarney, like most of Ireland's small cities, is a well-crafted memory.
Okay, yeah... it's a hair pretentious, huh? But fun though. I found this frame among the collection at the National Gallery in Washington. They let us photograph all of the masterpieces since, well, we own them... Right? Anyway, the image is another one I grabbed last month in Ireland.... Here's the scoop... This is
Once upon a time, England ruled a conquered Ireland. It's native Irish people labored as tenants – forbidden by British law to vote or own land – paid in the potato crop they raised on a quarter acre of marginal land allotted to each tenant family. The rest of the rich earth produced corn, grain, vegetables, and livestock as rent for the British – frequently absentee – landlords. Between 1845 and 1852 a virus annihilated only potatoes, while the majority of remaining land produced rich yields for export. There was abundant food, but none made available to the Irish tenants who farmed it. They starved by the millions suffering not in a great famine but a Great Hunger. Other millions emigrated, many to America, Canada, and Australia. The country has never regained that mid 19th century population.
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Almost next to my home sits the Lancaster Museum of Art inside of the restored 18th century Grubb Mansion. Behind the museums Musser Park occupies a city block. The park’s bordered on all sides by largely single family homes which also pre-date the Civil War by fifty to a hundred years. The Museum’s recently announced the appointment of a new Executive Director. My wife and I will hold a reception next month to introduce her to the Musser Park and Historic District neighbors.
We need an illustration for the front of the invitation…. Here it is. I’m anxious to capture the dignity of the old building, and its haunting personality. Moreover, it seemed correct to present it at dawn… together with the mood of a new day for the director and this grand old lady of urban art.
Canon G10, 6 panels merged in PS4: Topaz Adjust5 (custom settings), Original textures designed in Alien Skin: Exposure 4 (custom settings). dynamic range spot layered in PS4.
Merry, blessed, holy, happy, loving... And all of the other joys of whatever you Enjoy with those around you And those you recall. All my best everyone...
Ted
That's my own little blue Ford.
Canon 7D: Canon EFS 17-85mm (f4-5.6): Macro mode, PS-4: Filtered through Alien Skin's Bokeh 2.
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The Griest Building, Lancaster, PA.
Canon 20D, Canon EF-S 10-22mm (f3.5-4.5), PS 4: Custom cloud textures, Topaz Adjustment, AlienSkin Exposure 4 (custom settings), SnapArt3: custom watercolor, custom wet brushes, spot-added color shifting adjustment layers.Created to be printed 5’ on vertical edge
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