(also on the list of things I'll miss)
THE LIGHTS ARE ONNNNN!! Best part of Irish Christmas. Well, other than being around the people I love and all that :)
Monday, 14 January 2013
#51
(also on the list of things I'll miss)
THE LIGHTS ARE ONNNNN!! Best part of Irish Christmas. Well, other than being around the people I love and all that :)
#52
This will go on the list of things I miss about Dublin once it's time to go (I think it's meant to say 'start').
Love it.
#53
When a fella loves a lady, he takes care of her...
No, you do not detect any jealousy in my voice. None at all.
#54
Found this bad boy in the Davster's studio first time I went for a sneak peak at his new musical digs. I. Am. In. Love.
Too bad it's broken, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Le sigh.
#56
Mother and Father, on our Dublin Tour 2013 this place will definitely be on it.
The Davsters and I have often passed by the shop off George's Street, salivating. Finally went in for a pizza (each) and we were not disappointed. With a crust so thin and bubbly it defies physics and toppings so fresh and simple I nearly leapt over the counter to devour it as soon as it emerged from the wood fire oven, it is on the list of best pizzas in Dublin, the world and universe.
... our chorizo 'za was even on the house. I don't remember why, but it only made it more delicious.
Saturday, 12 January 2013
01.12.2013
CONFESSION.
Oh, this is sad. This is really sad. Here I am, well into 2013 and I can no longer ignore the blog burning a whole on my computer and in my consciousness.
I got so close. Why did I let up? I began 2012 determined, driven, excited by the prospect of writing daily. This blog seemed like such a wonderful motivator. People would be reading (hopefully) and if I am anything, I am proud. So I wouldn't want to lose face.
Sure, as the months passed I struggled. In fact, I have spent so much time this year falling behind and then catching up and then falling behind again that I feel like I'm running a marathon with a moving finish line. I just could not seem to catch it. And yet, I knew I had made a promise to myself, and so I trundled on, determined and only slightly embarrassed.
And then November came. Oh, November. What did I ever do to you? Somehow, you overcame me and I fell so far behind that by the time December reared its merciless head I couldn't even bring myself to look at 365.
And then December waved goodbye as January and 2013 rolled onto my calendar. I had failed. BUT I have learned a few things.
1. I do not like taking photos. Seriously I don't. I thought this project would encourage me to open my eyes and find opportunities to point and snap that I had never noticed before. But I don't enjoy recording my life. I enjoy living it. Fair play to those with the presence of mind to photograph every moment as it passes, but I am not them.
2. While I love to write, forcing my pen when it is dry of thought does not always break my writer's block. I have been told frequently, from reliable sources, that writing is not always romantic. Nor is it always fun. Sometimes it is a chore and a job and you just have to put pen to paper. This is true. However, combine this with the torture of daily photo-journaling, and you have me beat.
3. I love to blog.
So, I figure, I owe you guys 56 photos. You stuck with me all year, and I won't let you down. But then I'm turning my back on this blog and starting a new one. One where it doesn't matter if I go away for a few days, leaving it behind. One that will be waiting whenever thought, inspiration or shutter finger strikes.
Prepare yourself for an onslaught of photos/videos/you tube fancies. Cause I can't wait to kick this blog to the curb and start afresh.
Here goes...
Oh, this is sad. This is really sad. Here I am, well into 2013 and I can no longer ignore the blog burning a whole on my computer and in my consciousness.
I got so close. Why did I let up? I began 2012 determined, driven, excited by the prospect of writing daily. This blog seemed like such a wonderful motivator. People would be reading (hopefully) and if I am anything, I am proud. So I wouldn't want to lose face.
Sure, as the months passed I struggled. In fact, I have spent so much time this year falling behind and then catching up and then falling behind again that I feel like I'm running a marathon with a moving finish line. I just could not seem to catch it. And yet, I knew I had made a promise to myself, and so I trundled on, determined and only slightly embarrassed.
And then November came. Oh, November. What did I ever do to you? Somehow, you overcame me and I fell so far behind that by the time December reared its merciless head I couldn't even bring myself to look at 365.
And then December waved goodbye as January and 2013 rolled onto my calendar. I had failed. BUT I have learned a few things.
1. I do not like taking photos. Seriously I don't. I thought this project would encourage me to open my eyes and find opportunities to point and snap that I had never noticed before. But I don't enjoy recording my life. I enjoy living it. Fair play to those with the presence of mind to photograph every moment as it passes, but I am not them.
2. While I love to write, forcing my pen when it is dry of thought does not always break my writer's block. I have been told frequently, from reliable sources, that writing is not always romantic. Nor is it always fun. Sometimes it is a chore and a job and you just have to put pen to paper. This is true. However, combine this with the torture of daily photo-journaling, and you have me beat.
3. I love to blog.
So, I figure, I owe you guys 56 photos. You stuck with me all year, and I won't let you down. But then I'm turning my back on this blog and starting a new one. One where it doesn't matter if I go away for a few days, leaving it behind. One that will be waiting whenever thought, inspiration or shutter finger strikes.
Prepare yourself for an onslaught of photos/videos/you tube fancies. Cause I can't wait to kick this blog to the curb and start afresh.
Here goes...
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