Month: January 2014

I guess my posts will be getting shorter now that I am back into the grind of being a student. It doesn't mean I will be shooting less. I've watching various Youtube clips about different photographers and their styles; reading up while I have down time.

Now that initial shine of being in a foreign country has started to wear off, I am starting to get a little homesick. There are certainly some things that I took for granted back in the States: if you "have" internet access, that means you actually have it. Back home, food is processed (and probably more unhealthy) so that it lasts longer; buying groceries on a daily basis is nice because the produce and seafood is definitely fresh here. But I feel like I am spending more if I am spending at a more frequent rate, even though each payment isn't as high as a bulk purchase like back at home.

Another thing, which is a positive aspect, but it will still take me awhile to get use to; island culture. It's true, Ireland is an island. I was moved to an apartment looking on the bay/docks. So now I find myself listening to Jack Johnson as I write this because when the sun shines, I feel like I'm at the beach. But with the island lifestyle comes this off-putting mentality of nonchalance and its subsequent disorganization. For someone that has lived in Philadelphia, certain things annoy me. (There, I said it). Cross walks, in the rare instance there are painted lines at a street intersection, don't mean anything for a pedestrian. Galway City doesn't have very straight roads either, or so it seems to me when I am trying to get from point A to point B. The "grid" on Mapquest is deceiving; there aren't a lot of direct lines, which undoubtedly represents Irish life. But the upside of all this is no road rage. I don't know how but there quite simply is nothing of the sort you see in the States. The long, snaking routes I take to my destinations are along the River Corrib and different canals. It's quite a lovely commute. So I feel as if I need to detox from fuming Philadelphia and not only say that I like these differences, but actually embrace them as a part of daily life. I hope to internalize the daily grind not in some disgruntled (Philadelphian) mindset in which I have to do this. But I sincerely want to enjoy them. Once I get my iPhone up and running, those small things will be posted more frequently.

So despite having no way of processing images the way I would like to, I still went out to shoot. I admit that I have a long journey ahead in terms of fully learning photography; it's a never ending process. Street photography is something I just do not understand. So it subsequently goes to the top of my to-do list. I've been looking at some books, magazines, websites -and I don't get the medium. Lugging around a Canon 5D with a huge battery pack doesn't really help me blend in either. There is a type of stage fright that you can get when you put the viewfinder to your eye; some people will glare back at you through the lens, other people will turn to look at what your photographic eye is seeing, and others just walk on by, oblivious to your presence.

Well, like writing, you just need to put the pen to the paper in order to get the creative process started. That's certainly easier said then done. I resorted back to my photography instincts; use the rule of thirds, aperture/shutter speed, ISO and white balance etc. But the most useful instinct that I fell back on, and is probably in the truest sense an "instinct," was following the light. Sure, photographers don't "need" light because of flash and camera technology. But I was thinking of this in more of an abstract manner; light will create a scene that I have to find and capture.

As soon as I realized that truth, it became easier to put my camera to my eye and snap away. And then, once I started feeling the beat of Galway, which is hard not feel with a street performer on every corner, I got addicted. Very addicted, very quickly. I've been writing a lot about how the Irish and the Americans differ in culture and daily life. But I want(ed) to capture that. There are so many movements that create lines and temporary scenes that your eye only sees for a moment. Well, not even that for those of us that walk around with our heads in our phones...

Everyone has eyes; (metaphysically) we have the ability to see our surroundings on many different levels. So it's up to us what we want to perceive. (It is NO coincidence that I just walked away from a French Phenomenology class. That has everything to do with my language about perceiving and seeing; how we grasp the world around us).

I still need to get my computer situation together. I guess I assumed too much in thinking there would be Macs, running CC, readily available for university students. (Nice going St. Joe's; having all the high tech stuff!) In terms of photos, I have scouted a lot of good areas to shoot when the weather permits. Since my workflow has been on hold, due to the computer situation, I haven't been shooting as much. Unfortunately, I also think I am roughly three hours behind in terms of catching up on time zones.

But in any case, I have been loving it here so far! I went to a gym a ways down the road from where I live with some room mates. So that allowed for me to see more possible areas to shoot. Eyre Square seems to be a good place to shoot street photography. But I won't lie, Irish folk have a really intimidating demeanour. Coming from Philadelphia, that's saying something. The major difference is, once you open your mouth to an Irishman, he's likely to be personable and welcoming. Philadelphia --eh how do I put this gently? The City of Brotherly Love is more of a "f*** you" mentality; "What are you doing talking to me?" Sure it has a community feel to it, but that only exists between acquaintances, not random people. It's odd that a lot of Irish immigrants moved to Philadelphia throughout the 18th century (and obviously later). The Irish hardened, outward appearance turned into something more while assimilating into the "blue-collar" American that resides now in Philadelphia. Galway is fascinating in terms of displaying the hierarchies of the Irish workforce. Obviously, it attracts a lot of commuters as any "city" might. But there are some observations I have made that certainly differ than the good ole American (Protestant) work ethic.

For starters, the hours on restaurants and shops don't indicate a 40 hour work week. With the high prices for drinks, which is obviously a major factor in the Irish social sphere, it is odd that all the social classes seem to go out. I don't know what minimum wage is here, or how the welfare system works, (though I am taking classes on that!) But the work week just strikes as me as unbalanced when compared to the degree people entertain a social life. Galway is the "big city." So I guess to some degree, in comparison, people would go into Philadelphia, aware that they are going to pay more to socialize.

But on the other hand, the cost of living doesn't seem to be incredibly high. In terms of housing and food, the prices are lower than back home. Not only that, there definitely seems to be missing classes on the social hierarchy ladder. To be clear, I think that Ireland's scale ranges from low-working class to professionals (or a a lower end upper class) while America clearly has that 1% and sliding scale below it. I don't know if I just haven't seen the wealthier parts of Ireland, but I am assuming that an island cannot have as many huge estates as America's 1% can have.

It must have something to do with status. Irish people, at least in Galway, don't measure status the same way we do. Sure, there is style, which is maybe more of a "thing" the urban community partakes in here. And yes, people spend a considerable amount at pubs. But it's not really for show. In the back of my mind, I have large, multimillion dollar estates embedded in the category of non-utilitarian properties. Ugly, brick, six bedroom houses for a family of four. That can't be for utility's sake; that's just status (i.e. gluttony). Cars are another example of this. There are nice European brands here. But why was there a Mercedes taxi on the street? Isn't that what daddy's little girl drives back in America?

Getting to know the architecture here, I can see that there are wealthier neighbourhoods outside of the city limits. Yet somehow, every class seems to enter the city for the pub scene. The fashion fads here are difficult to discern. There's a lot of make up, which to me, makes the female population look a little monotonous. The male situation isn't much better. Maybe a peacoat signals for classy? Who knows?

Hope no one was offended by my mental meanderings...All I can say is that Ireland is still frustratingly foreign. By that I simply mean that so much seems the same on the surface. But if you pay attention to some of the details, you can't easily put your finger on the differences that you know that are there. So I just jot my observations and reflections with no intention but to try and make some sense of it all.

There are so many differences between here and back home. I've been keeping track of a few oddities that my senses are drawn to; they're mildly entertaining. Irish things first and their American counterparts follow: Innocent Smoothies vs. Naked Smoothies (har har har)

Cashiers at grocery stores sit vs. stand

Gaelic next to English vs. Spanish next to English on signs

I have more to share. But those are some of the first that I saw when I was out on my own. Here are some more pictures I snapped. Again, no editing as of yet, so I apologize for a dirty lens filter.

This is a really great walking area. I'm not sure what the place is called, but I was shooting with a smaller lens, so the background wasn't in focus. There's a lighthouse all the way at the end. I'm also unsure of what the land mass in the background is called. Looking to the sun to get a general sense of direction isn't too helpful here. I know I am looking to the west because it's the sunset. But earlier in the day, the sun rises incredibly late, and sets incredibly early. So I don't think it's as accurate to use...

This is looking back at Galway City. Again, the lens wasn't really for the city; it was more or less just to walk around. (I didn't realize I'd be getting all this on my first outing). But you can make out the cathedral on the far left. NUIGalway (my university) is a little ways beyond that.

That's Salthill, looking in the other direction. It's more of a residential area. It would be closer to what may look architecturally more "normal" in relation to America. But even that may be a stretch.

More will come but I got class now! Still looking for a computer to handle RAW files...that way I can make some good photographs great.