When a play is not sure if it is still a book it can suffer from an existential crisis. That was my experience last night sitting in the Abbey theatre in Dublin. I felt the story and language and themes of a novel attempt to force itself out through the skin of a play and it was uncomfortable viewing. Brave attempts to push together themes and speak through conceits. But ultimately unsatisfying.
Today, another theatre, another cast, another book. Or to be specific a book of short stories. And yet these mini moments, our glimpses of epiphanies were so vividly and robustly rendered as if the characters had stepped from the page in front of us.
This is why theatre is so addictive, voyeuristic draw among the artifice. For a few hours I held my breath, the world stilled its incessant spin and I was a world away…..in Dublin.
Under gilded grandeur and dancing lights a theatre trip becomes an occasion
Day 2 – photo of the day. Continuing the opportunistic iPhone snatched images theme
The Dubhlinn Gardens and Coach House at Dublin Castle taken from the Castle Tearooms – a new and wonderful place to people watch from with a cuppa. I had to wait to frame the tourists in the gateway.
So I have decided to try and take and/or post a photo every day on this blog. Hopefully it will help prompt me to think and write and will help create the blogging habit
I originally posted this shot a few days ago but while getting to know the wonders of the mobile WordPress app somehow deleted it. Time to put it back.
When I lift my camera to my face like Alice my looking-glass opens a world of difference and wonder, of possibilities and curiosities, where everything seems a little peculiar. I have always been fascinated by photography, the permanent record, the camera never lies, life through a lens.
I love the dark stark depths of black and white photos as well as the warm washes of sunlight colour that spring out from the page as if they were real. When you move the point of focus within a frame, like the human eye, it can re-balance the banal within the hierarchy of the beautiful. Looking back on photographs, when you develop them or process them electronically sometimes months after the event they snatched is a strange time-shifting experience.
As a child I saw my pocket camera as an extension of my dreams, my unreal slip of reality. But sometimes the result, when printed, fell short of the image in my head. It was as if there was an alchemy, sometimes the magic worked, other times I could not capture it. In time my camera and I became friends, it I treated it with trust and care, it would reward me, and sometimes surprise me.
I wish I could paint, or draw or compose and create beauty…but with a camera in my hand, my eye squinting through the viewfinder, I know that I can look at beauty in my own lop-sided way and bring others to the brink of my window to see…
I’ve joined WordPress.com! This is my very first post. (Except it wasn’t really, I’m just editing the standard opening remarks…and I have NOTHING witty to say) I did think I might delete it, but I liked the “or start a new post” bit
I don’t know how to stick links in yet. This could be less of a steep learning curve and more of a climbing wall for me…
They say you should state why you are starting your blog in this post but as I haven’t a clue…..answers on a postcard please?