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.

Laziness manifests itself. I have created a ‘corrected’ version of an image from yesterday. This version has been properly stitched, sharpened and cropped. My ultimate intent is to have this stitch printed in a floor-to-ceiling format (an eye-popping 27×64 inches!) and mounted in my hallway. When I have a hallway.

I was experimenting with making my digital canvas a wee bit larger. Some would say that I embiggened it.

Day #8: Frozen grass and leaves at the People’s Park, Galway, Ireland. Taken on December 24, 2009.

I did not forget about yesterday’s post. Well, okay, I did kinda. I slept early and didn’t wake up until almost midnight. About all I could do at that point was to slap up the image on bhalash.com and call it a technical completion. I didn’t skip the day, at any rate. Technically.

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

Day #2: Catching up on the sales. Taken at Stop Street, Galway City, on December 24, 2009.

These are the final images (for now) of the derelict service station on Galway City’s Headford Road. You can view the first three parts at the links below:

Bury their paws in the stone
They’re tearing up holes in the house
To wait till those wolves make nice

I’m keeping them coming, one by one…

The derelict Esso service station on Galway’s Headford Road.

This, for me, became a surprisingly powerful photo. In the midst of Galway there is a building which serves many people in many roles: It is a repository for contemporary artifacts, a dormitory, an art installation, shelter, a meeting ground, a dumping ground, an eyesore, a magnetic attraction, and enthralling and repulsive. And it’s just an abandoned service station at the end of my road.

As I sat on the broken glass bottles in the forecourt and stared at the graffiti’d walls, the idea grew on me that this was the sum result of all of our striving, relationships, human ingenuity, schemings and going-ons: Abandonment and ruin, until somebody comes along with a new idea and paves over this inadvertent monument to us all.