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Monday 29 December 2014

2014





Its almost too cliché to bear to say that I am always re-learning my relationship to photography. But it's true. A year is enough time for the ground to shift significantly for me, but also for the medium. This blog is a good example. In the world of broadcasting images, even a well tended and lovingly updated online diary struggles for traction next to the manifold digital highway. The internet isn't a slow place anymore. And its permeation day to day makes our lives feel the same, distracted to the point of distraction. And so this place lies dormant, unable to match the speed my mind and my work move at.

But a year has passed nonetheless. So this post is no attempt to explain away the decline of the blog, nor is it a typical review of a year complete with boastful proclamations and grand ambitions. After all, it is about the only time of year we are allowed to think slowly about the past and the future, as we transition into a new year. It remains as ever, just another thankful nod to the camera. The constant change that my eye is always noting. Fastening down faint irregularities and profound expressions beyond the point of memory. As I think about all the activity ahead, there is a deep gratitude for all the little things I see and the stories I begin to tell, the non-moments that stop me. Frames of someone else's world that build up the small picture, of what it is to be living in 2015.




Hawaii, Glasgow

Glasgow Market

Single tandem, Amsterdam

Glasgow





Glasgow




Glasgow bus station

Brighton








Highlands Scotland


Brighton Pier

Dog Tongue



Demolition




Glasgow Skyrise

Bus Stop




Monday 1 September 2014

The Best Seat in the House

Edinburgh, Fireworks Display,  eoin carey photography,


The din of a festival rings in Edinburgh's ears. 2014 roars by still.

For the last three years I have watched the closing fireworks concert from the best seat in the house. Photographers are allowed into the gardens at Princes Street and work in front of the orchestra's bandstand during the full display. A performance and a view so spectacular, I cannot measure the privilege. The fireworks finalise a month of festivals in Edinburgh and the city centre closes for the city's people to gather in round the gardens. The city's unusual landscape comes into its own as people hike up hills, camp on rooftops and hunker down in the street to watch the display.

Sometimes the best seat is wherever you find yourself. This year I was untethered and let myself be carried through the tide of spectators. With only half an eye on the blazing acrobatics in the sky, the display for me was the unique collection of people that venture out and cluster together for the view. Fireworks are a devastating thing. They jolt our emotions out from the deep and pull us back to earth and into the present. They are maybe the closest thing to magic we ever know, a cosmological concussion on the heart. To watch the enjoyment of others spellbound, was to enjoy the show twice-fold for me. I relished the uncommon hush on the air beforehand, and took real delight in how gentle and patient everyone became, pulling in close and wearing their affection. Families, friends and lovers, the same faces from every day, still and contemplative in their own private turbulence.

For Edinburgh, they are the most cathartic thing. As glowing cinders and hot tips fall and dissipate into the black night, so too does the chaos and tumult of the last thirty days of festival delirium. The ash and smoke are carried off on the last of the summer wind as another chapter closes, and winter appears on the horizon again.

Edinburgh, Fireworks Display, eoin carey photography,
Edinburgh, Fireworks Display, eoin carey photography,

Edinburgh, Fireworks Display, eoin carey photography,

Edinburgh, Fireworks Display, eoin carey photography,

Edinburgh, Fireworks Display, eoin carey photography,

Edinburgh, Fireworks Display, eoin carey photography,
Edinburgh, Fireworks Display, eoin carey photography,

Edinburgh, Fireworks Display, eoin carey photography,





















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