Will we be gone, I think, yes we will.

Will ye miss us? Yes I think. I know.

Will we be in the wind, the sun, the grass, the turf.

I believe ,

We will.

In the bay, the wave, the day.

Will we be with you in the way,

The way we want to be ?

I know, That

I will be with you in the way that I can.

This I want,

To stay in this place, Ireland.

I stay.

The photographer as a young man. Navy flier 2nd class E J Carr. Cam Ranh Bay

South Viet Nam 1970.

As I was driving along the bay today on the way home from a small

shopping trip, the light was just beautiful. Not warm , or cool in anyway but

soft. Soft is used in conversation to qualify many things. The rain, the wind, and

I choose it to define the light. These images are a study, and maybe a new collection.

I couldn't resist the mixture of aqua, turquoise and greens.

This is the cover of a book using an image of mine created in Cornwall, England.
We were on a holiday for a spring break, staying in a 200 yr. old miners cottage in
Lower Boscaswell, on the north side of the Cornwall peninsula. The light for this
photograph comes from the only window in the cottage (facing away from the sea, on
the south side of the cottage). This book is published by NYU and the title is
self explanatory.

No Salmon Farm in Dunmanus Bay, co. Cork, Ireland.

At this time there exists a threat to the beauty and wild character of Dunmanus Bay in Co. Cork, Ireland. A commercial concern is proposing a Salmon Farm to be placed in the midst of one of the most beautiful and pristine locations in the southwest of Ireland. The pollution from the Farming alone is atrocious let alone the disturbing visual results of such a project. This video is created to help support the local population in moving against this ecological and tourism disaster.

Pizza for dinner.

pizza dough

olive oil

garlic

basil

olives stuffed with almonds chopped

sun dried tomato

onion

pesto

fresh tomato sauce

black pepper ground course

grated parmesan cheese

You decide on the proportions

bake 410 deg f. for 25 min

serve with salad and wine(red)

I am beginning to compile some images to use for a marketing push. I am beginning

to design a "Photo Workshop" that I would lead for aspiring photographers at the amateur level. The workshop would be offered as a learning experience in West Cork and Kerry. I would offer landscape/seascape event and also specifically a portrait

class. I have Ideas for some more sophisticated workshops involving other ares of photography as well. The image in this post is new-just created in the last week. I find it powerful and evocative. The subject is Sean Moriarity, an amateur photographer himself.

I sit here tonight after a day of sideways rain, wind, and the smell of a peat fire. Turf. The fire from turf is warm, fragrant, and lasting. Oh, it smokes quite a bit as well. It's well dark in Ireland at 6:30 pm,(half 6) but the days are growing longer. February 23rd and the daffodils will be breaking into bloom any day now. The fields around my village are beginning to come alive with spring even as the winds howl and the frost continues. This is the first spring since we have lived here and there has been so much frost in the mornings. "Not too usual out wescht" as they say in the west Cork accent. West is the last bit of peninsula to the west of my house in this village. The reason it's "not too usual" is because of the Gulf Stream moving up the globe and crashing into the western side of Ireland and the British Isles. The climate is rather temperate and is evident by the variety of palm tree that grows all around southwest Ireland. Looking out of my window to the view of mine, west is to the right. If you follow the road in front of my house to the right about 10km you come to its end, and the end of Ireland. The body of water I see every day from my window is Dunmanus Bay.
I live on the Sheepshead Peninsula in Co. Cork Ireland. The village is Kilcrohane and the townland is Faramanagh. Across the bay to the southwest is the next peninsula on the Isle of Green; The Mizen. The Mizen peninsula with Mizen head at the extreme western end and beyond that, the North Atlantic and eventually America. I have looked at this view from one point or another for the last 3 years. I have seen the weather come with gales and wind and waves. I've also seen it so warm and clear and calm that it might be French or Italian. I've felt at times like there would never be any reason to live anywhere else but right here. I also wondered how long I would feel that way.

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This summers batch... the berries were scarce. It took lots of picking and some help from apples from Geraldine Powell's apple orchard.

New work;soon to the gallery............

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AVALON:West Cork, Ireland

"There is no such thing as a true tale. Truth has many faces and the truth is like to the old road to Avalon; it depends on your own will and your own thoughts, whither the road will take you."


I've been looking at this view for months now and It changes every day.
This is how It looked today. It inspired me to create this. Its worth
a glass of wine and 90 seconds.

One year ago when we came to Ireland on holiday, I watched
this man everyday ride his bicycle thru the village, coming and going and I was
taken by him. I knew that if I pushed in on him I wouldn't get the image I wanted, so,I waited. Yesterday, I saw him in a field working, like he does everyday and I approached him. I had been saying hello every chance I could get and it seemed that we were developing a friendship of some kind. When I walked up to him in the field yesterday it was like we never spoke before. Regardless, he was delightful and gave me all the time I wanted to make some images. This is where I am with project.
I'm glad I waited for a year.

This video was made in the village of Kilcrohane,
West Cork on the edge of Dunmanus bay. We
are now living in this small Irish village.

gone global

The age of Aquarius

My first encounter with a REAL photo studio: The awakening.

It was September, or was it April? I can’t remember.
What I do remember is that it was Pgh. Pa and it was 1968. That said, it must have been September. I had been offered an internship with a real advertising photographer. His name was Ed Kubancek. Interesting that his initials are also e j. E J Kubancek. I arrived at the front door of his studio on Penn avenue after having taken the elevator. I remember is was the 12th floor. I heard music coming from behind the brown enameled door. The sound is still clear in my head. The original cast recording of Hair-the musical. The dawning of the age of Aquarius. The name plate said: Kubancek Photography.
I had been here once before for an interview with Ed. I really don’t have much of a memory of that visit other than his opinion of my drawings and doodles on hand towels.
I used the hand towels from the bathroom in the art school I was attending at the time for drawing paper. I'd rubber cement the towel to illustration board. I liked the way rapidograph ink spread on the towel when I drew the images I invented. Mushrooms, aura symbols and faces, and women.
He felt that my photographs were much stronger than my drawings and with that offered me a work study opportunity. It really filled the final 6 months of my stay at The Ivy School of Professional Art. Mr. Morris Kirshenbaum,the school president, was proud.
The door of the studio was opened by a young photographer named Rudy Van Hulton. Rudy became a mentor for me. He was cool, he shot fashion, and the girls loved Rudy.
As I entered the studio the music became louder and on the set I saw a female model, writhing to the music, covered in body paint. The lights flashed, Ed was shooting and giving her direction with adjectives like,” more, more emotion, that's it . softer, softer, ok now sexier.” I was mesmerized. He had total control of the situation. What power. He must really be someone.. I thought.
Truly, I was hooked. It was the dawning of the age of Aquarius.

Photo:©ejcarr (made shortly after my first encounter)

the family of mushroom