I’ve said before that photos are best viewed over time, and I was reminded of that last night. Some loving peer pressure from @atruesdale spurred me to look through my photos from Ireland for the first time since coming back from there, and I’m really glad I did. When I returned from Europe, any shot that wasn’t on film just didn’t feel very real to me, so I let them sit for months, unedited, unposted.
These photos that once felt like cheap, insufficient keepsakes of a once-in-a-lifetime experience, now feel like an emotional time capsule.
While we were waiting for our boat that was scheduled to take us out to Skellig Michael, I decided to soak in the moment and take a solo stroll around the quiet docks of Portmagee. Funny how a photo like this can feel so different as time passes.
Note to self: keep making art. It doesn’t matter why. It never did. - 1 month ago