I think Mariah’s photos this stolen intellectual property (arr!) sums up Caira perfectly:

lol

Freeeeedom

I’m sure you’ve heard about this nonsense if you’re Irish.

I was going to make a post here to the effect that I didn’t give a shit about it, but the hypocrisy was too much for me, so I’ll moderate it to say: So what?

I had my family give me the argument that Croke Park is some sort of sacred bloody ground because of the black and tans. So what? The green has likely been replaced a dozen times since then, the stadiums have been long since replaced and the only people alive now who walked the earth then were babes in the crib. And now we’re expected to punish their grandchildren for this? Bullshit.

“It’s part of our history!”

So what? For sure Croker has had it’s share of tragic and historic moments, but for all of that it’s a stadium that’s supported by government tax money and I’m a tax payer. I’d rather that money be put to good use than be used to hold up a pointless bauble to Irishness republicanism.

I’m too much the cynic to follow nationalism. I belive in Ireland, not in any ruling party or government, and I will ’til the day I die.

I’ll start by saying that - I had might craic and I really enjoyed myself.

But…I didn’t feel inspired at all. I took some photos and then tortured something out of them this morning in Photoshop. I gave rein to the uninspired feeling to see where my subconscious took me, only to find that it has a fascination with bleak, black and white, contrasted pieces.

In every photo I put online from Dublin, I find some kind of juxtoposition…

Something old, something new

Between the statue and the cranes, I see detail versus shilouette, light verus shadow, old verus new, and freedom and creativity stacked against stifling organisation. I’m inclined to pay attention to my subconscious, so I’m going to take all of those photos as a sign that the waiting is getting to me. Near to seven months of waiting and working toward a visa and now in the few days before the interview I’m at a free end with nothing much to fill my time before Thursday.

You can find the rest of the Kilmainham photos in my Flickr as always.

Getting away from the local faces, I took a few photos of Killer (who’s currently wedged between in between the wall and I, asleep), one of which came out perfectly, other than being a tad overexposed.

I converted the picture to black and white and then burnt the crap out of it.

Simply a Killer