In a (New) World of My Own

Meh? Galway City’s coach terminal, located at the Fairgreen. This is good, but it could stand to be so much better. In hindsight I wish I had done more to capture the periphery of the building so that I wouldn’t have to crop so closely.

Day #3: Forthill Cemetery. Taken at Forthill Cemetery, Galway City, on January 3, 2010.

It has a whole bunch of stitching problems that I am not going to fix right now, hence its uncropped state:

I’m still way way within my comfort zone on this, but it felt good doing it nonetheless…

There’s been too much bleakness in my life lately, both in front of and behind the camera, so I’ve made some effort to inject a little colour into this scene. Taken during the midst of a rainshower on the Dyke Road near Terryland.

From a sodden, wet photowalk on Wednesday last up to Terryland. That old new bridge over the River Corrib.

(Yes, I went to Achill Island)

I’d like to thank Julie and her family for both taking me in on Saturday night, showing me around the island on Sunday, and for also putting up with the occasional odd silence from myself.

Bad – better – best? You tell me. Shot on the grounds of NUIG earlier this afternoon.

My infrared binge continues, but a trip up the Dyke Road is beginning to show me that even I have my own limits…

If I do the same thing somewhere new, is it something new? Street photography is something that normally holds little interest to me for three reasons:

1. The famous landmarks of the world have already been photographed to death by thousands and thousands of people. I feel I have nothing to add.
2. My personal tastes run to more open vistas. I wander up and down streets but find little in them to personally put my finger on the button as I prefer bleak, open vistas that look like scenes from your last nightmare.
3. There are men and women who specialize in this area and turn out the level of breathtaking work that simply puts my own efforts to shame.

But this afternoon I set up to break from the norm and try to capture a different view of Shop Street in the heart of Galway City. I got looks. I had a chat with a Garda who was endlessly bemused by thirty second exposures. I had catcalls and requests. And for being someone who is so shy, I had no problems sitting out in front of hundreds of strangers and taking photos with my tripod.

I captured my image and I’m broadly happy with the results: Galway as a ghost town.