Thread: I don’t have the time to take as many photographs as I used to. It was one of life’s pleasures taking a wander through Dublin & then meeting up with my friend. He’s no longer with us, so I thought I’d dedicate the images of the city to him, a true Dub.
Dublin is a giant sprawling city but the heart of it is where I took most of my pictures, before hooking up with Brian for a pint.
Whether it was Dublin Castle with St Patrick, Archbishop Marsh’s Library or the terracotta joys of the Sunlight Chambers there were thumbprints of history in the millennium old city everywhere.
And rolling through the Big Smoke, Anna Livia. It was near here that Vikings hauled up their longships & founded the city over a thousand years ago.
From the Wide Streets Commision, through the medieval streetscape of Temple Bar to the Georgian splendour of Merrion Square I would wander.
You can watch history or celebrate life. I did.
From the streets where George Bernard Shaw was born, the park where WB Yeats strolled to the penthouse where Tina Turner stayed my camera would lead me on.
Some give directions by churches & others by pubs. Street names are a nebulous matter in the town at the ford of the hurdles. Each thoroughfare had at least two.
Wildlife from otters to dolphins swim in the Liffey, rush hour strides & in the evening the pubs formed solace.
Sea gulls guard O’Connell Street, trees shadow canal sides & Grogan’s lay in wait.
Climbing up to Grafton Street, lunching in the Italian quarter & snowing in the Green.
Liberty Hall, the Ha’penny Bridge & George’s Street.
Glassy reflections from the GPO, George’s Street Arcade & Clarendon Street.
Or the time when Barry Flanagan’s beasts took over the city.
Dame Street sunset, Kilmainham Hospital & an old house on Essex Street.
Capel St Bridge, once called Essex Bridge & now Grattan Bridge was where Brian & I would plan an evening as we watched the sun set on the Liffey. Long shadows & memories.
For years I’d stalk the streets capturing fleeting moments or shadows. A promise of a Guinness or two with my drinking buddy lightening my step as evening rolled in from the East.
Dorset St, Merrion Square & Arran Quay.
Or listening to Sir Hugh Lane sing the Blues in the Garden of Remembrance
Some meet under the Happy Ring, others at home & then head out. The Long Hall was a regular meeting place - one of the few relicts of old decency. Here art nouveau glass glows, Phil Lynott sang & conversations embrace.
Ar dheis Dé a chara.
I don’t take as many photos as I spend most of my time on my art. Dublin, history, emotion & empathy play a large part. Sometimes I’d bring in a folder & Brian would make comments to help. Here’s some I know he’d like: https://mobile.twitter.com/RobertBohan/status/1294544080970678273 https://twitter.com/robertbohan/status/1294544080970678273
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