We tend to think, especially when we are young, that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. An idiotic idiom, aye? The truth is that the grass is rarely greener. Whether it be relationships, jobs, or locations on this crazy rock we call home, the next person, job, or locale is rarely better than the last.
Let’s discuss careers. I was in a job that was incredibly dangerous. The pay was decent, but I worked crazy hours. I never knew when I’d get off of work. It had its positives, but the money, although good, wasn’t good enough to counter the risk. The job I have now is consistent. I work the same hours every week, but the money is laughable. I go into work before dawn, but I get off at the same time every afternoon. It definitely has its positives, but like anything in our lives, it has its negatives as well.
Let us now discuss locations. Since I was a wee lad, I dreamt of a mistical land, called Hibernia. I read every book I could find on this phantasmal island on the edge of Europe. I read of myths and legends of yore. As I got older, I read of rebels, rebellions, and political and religious upheaval. I still love Ireland and will love it until the day I die, but I am not Irish. Genetically speaking, yes, I am majority Irish, but what is it to be genetically Irish or Irish at all? A question for another day, perhaps?
Now, let’s discuss the elephant in the room. Perhaps you didn’t pick up on it, but I placed relationships first for a reason. My heart is heavy. I’m sitting in my office with a hot cuppa Earl Grey. The sun is setting below a layer of ashen clouds as blackbirds fight for the scraps of summer. They know, as I do, that mother winter is near.
When we are young men and women, we tend to jump from one relationship to another like we’re playing hot potato or musical chairs. It’s hilarious, really, but it is how we learn what we like and what we don’t. As we get older, we grow as people and we hopefully gain a wee bit of wisdom along the way. Some people never learn.
I can, of courser, only speak from my own male perspective, so I’m going to stick to that instead of wrongly giving examples for both sides. In my younger days, I’d be with my girlfriend and see another woman with a bigger butt, longer legs, or red hair, and think that I needed that woman. I’ve always been a sucker for a redhead. It’s in my DNA. As I found out the hard way, that other woman with a different physical attribute or a better personality wasn’t always better. Sometimes, I’d wish later on that I’d stayed with the woman I had been with.
These are things that we should learn in our teens. The grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence. That new job is not always better. That magical place that you think you can run away to will not solve your problems. Your problems follow you wherever you go. Face them and keep moving. Life will knock you on your arse. Get up, dust yerself off, and keep moving.
The girlfriend and I are going through a bit of a rough patch. That would be putting it mildly, but I’ll refrain from airing our laundry in public. I met a friend for supper the other night that I’ve known for about a year. I needed a night out. She obliged. I had no other intent except to talk and catch up. I am an honourable man. At least I like to think I am. Nothing happened between us. In fact, I spent a lot of the evening talking about my little lady.
There’s only one woman that is my heaven on earth and my Oppenheimer. The woman terrifies me. She could destroy me with a sentence or raise me to the highest mountain with a word. She’s as bold as brass but fragile as glass. I’d travel to the end of the earth for that woman. There’s a lot going on in my life, but the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing on my mind as I fall off to sleep is her. In some ways, she is my world. That’s something you have to be careful about. You can lose yourself in a relationship. No one wants to date themselves. A subject for another day, perhaps? I’ll leave you with a wee poem. Until tomorrow? 🙂
Eyes that sparkle with brilliance,
like brilliant diamonds carved
from the purest of azure seas.
Dazed by your light,
I staggered into the shade
to admire your exquisiteness.
Now, in the darkness,
I relaise what is absent
from my existence, you.
Topics Discussed on Episode 13:
- Dr. Don’s ongoing BMW drama
- The JFK files
- President Trump visits Greenville
- The Mayor of Derry, NI snubs Prince Charles
- Bloody Sunday
- 9.7 Million year old tooth discovered in Southern Germany
- Carbon 14 dating
- Absolute Zero
- The Orville
Section of JFK commencement address at the end of the podcast is from the 10th of June, 1963 at American University in Washington D.C.. You can find the audio, as well as the transcript, from that speech and others at the JFK Presidential Library and Museum.
The Mighty Kingdom by Audionautix (http://audionautix.com) is part of the YouTube Audio Library (https://www.youtube.com/audiolibrary/…) and it’s licensed under a Creative Commons license (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/…)
List of Topics from Episode 3:
- Mazda Miata
- Classic VW Beetles
- VW Diesel Emission Scandal
- Car Talk (Click and Clack)
- Dramatized Car Shows
- Wheeler Dealers
- ‘66 Fiat 600
- Ford Pinto
- Chevy Vega/Pontiac Astre
- The Samba
- Skype sound issues
- iTunes Reviews
- Books we recommend;
- The Blood Miracles, by Lisa McInerney
- Philosophy: Who Needs it?, by Ayn Rand
- Hibernia; The North, by Jefferson S. Davis
- Donating to charities
- Moving a photography website over to WordPress using WooCommerce.
- The Ramadan Terror-thon bullies.
- President Trump’s visit to Saudi Arabia.
- A Can of Whoop Ass.
- The A-10.
- The European Theatre during WWII
Music by the incredibly talented Kevin MacLeod.
Fiddles McGinty by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution licence (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/)
Americana – Aspiring by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution licence (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/)
What is Photography? According to Wikipedia, Photography is the science, art, application and practice of creating durable images by recording light or other electromagnetic radiation, either electronically by means of an image sensor, or chemically by means of a light-sensitive material such as photographic film.
That is as good as an explanation as I can give. To a journalist or street photographer, it may merely be a medium used to capture and document a scene. To a landscape photographer, it may be more of an art used to evoke an emotion.
I, for example, take photographs, not pictures. Pictures are selfies and snapshots you or I may take throughout the day. Photographs belong on a wall. They are either art or documentation of a time, scene and/or event that can’t be captured again. A simple example of this would be wedding photographs. The wedding of two people usually only happens once, so it is important to not only capture it, but to save the prints. If and when the digital world ever crashes, it may be all you have left.
There are scientific elements, of course, but after doing it for years, I do it without thinking. There is the exposure triangle to help you with ISO, Aperture, and Shutter Speed, but at this point in my career, I can look up at the sky and know where my settings need to be without thinking. That took years of making mistakes. Don’t be afraid to make mistakes. An overexposed photograph has happened to the best of us.
Then there is the composition element of a photograph. There is the rule of thirds, leading lines, and symmetry to name but a few. They are important to learn in order to be respected by your peers, but once you learn them and prove you know them, you can break them. I enjoy breaking rules. 🙂
The image below, for example, is moody but far from perfect. It is unbalanced. Think of content you see as weight. If you put that weight on a scale, it would tip to the left.
The composition in the next photograph is perfect, but it doesn’t have the soul (Does that even make sense?) of the previous photo and it doesn’t evoke emotion.
The last photo in this series is from Inch beach in County Kerry, Ireland. It is a special photograph to me, because I was there and it helps me remember that day and the fun we had running down the beach. One similar to this sold within a day of publishing it, so the place is special and I got all the elements correct that day.
Photography, like any other medium or anything in life, is what you make of it and how hard you work towards improving your craft. I’ll be doing a post every week focusing on Photography. My life is full of ironies. I’m a photographer with one eye and a podcaster with one ear. Life is entertaining. 🙂
It was a warm and dry October afternoon, a rarity in Northern Ireland, when I met Martin McGuinness in Writers Square area of Belfast. I arrived late amidst a sea of revellers, rallying against Tory cuts. After the rally finished, I shook hands and spoke to Mr. McGuinness as he and his entourage were trying to leave.
He looked tired, but his smile was still as bright as ever. At first he thought I was a local, but once he realised I was an American, he humorously wanted to know what I was doing listening to a rally about Tory cuts and suggested sights to see. I said I was just a curious ‘Merkan. He laughed and was sped off by his crew. I wanted to do a story about him, but I never could crack the media blockade at Stormont, and I only had a few days left in the North.
There was a time years ago, when I idolized McGuinness and Adams for their leadership and resistance during the Troubles. The older and wiser man I met that day was more calculative and kind than the fiery young man that joined the Provisional IRA out of a sense of duty and necessity.
McGuinness had a hard time when running for President of the Republic of Ireland in 2011. He came in third place behind Michael D Higgins and Seán Gallagher. Higgins won the presidency and is the current President of RoI. Martin was lambasted by the press and pundits who never understood the struggle, some of which never set foot in the North. But, that is the case when running for public office.
The political party, Sinn Féin, is a democratic socialist party. Since the term “Socialist” makes me cringe and is an affront to freedom, I can’t support it. But, due to my long relationship with people in Belfast and the Short strand area, I do understand the mindset. Regardless of our political differences, I do support a United Ireland. It was one of his greatest hopes.
If I would have been born in the Bog Side around the same time as him, I might have taken a similar path. He made mistakes, and he went to prison for his crimes. In later years, he worked hard towards peace in Northern Ireland. He and Ian Paisley worked together towards peace, two men of different faiths that once hated each other.
While walking through the short strand one afternoon, I met a man that summed it up perfectly. He said that if he’d been born on this side of the wall, referring to the Catholic enclave within Loyalist East Belfast , he would’ve fought for Provos, if he’d been born on the other side, he would’ve fought for the UVF. Religion played a role in the troubles, but it was not the defining factor.
Martin was a product of the Troubles and tirelessly worked to mend fences with Unionist and other foes from that era. In fact, a large group of Unionist are now favouring a United Ireland. Only time will tell what will happen regarding the North. As an American, all I can do is watch and wish them all well. I hope for a United Ireland where Catholics and Protestants are happy in one country on the isle of Eire. It may never come to fruition, but there’s no harm in dreaming.
Rest in peace, Mr. McGuinness.