Not doing much of anything, except downing a coffee, glancing at Annie in the sunshine, and listening to the Chieftains in the background. The music harked me back to all the times I’ve been to Ireland, and the truly gregarious, gracious, and wonderfully fierce place that it is. Back in the day, when Kodak bestrode the world of photography like a giant yellow colossus, we would be summoned to do do a book in a day. The “Day in the Life” series was a grouping of books, about one a year, done on various countries, cultures and themes. Shooting for them was a bit of a lark, without too much pressure applied. The assignments were loose at best, and after a central gathering of the photo clan at in a major city of whatever poor country was about to be visited by 100 photojournalists (Haven’t those poor people suffered enough?) you were spun into the countryside, laden with Kodachrome.
Shot there, vacationed there, taught there, and asked Annie to marry me there. During that very nervous week leading up to the popping of the question, I managed to steady my hands long enough to make a picture of a horse in a field, close by an Irish wall. Always reminds me of quiet time on a weekend….more tk.