And so it's back to the routine, and I am glad for it. My time in Ireland was so intensely packed with visual/musical/poetic imagery, I need some time to let it all sort itself out, to settle the rearing and reeling horses of exhilaration. Get a hold of the reins, as it were. The work I do for a living is good for this as it's often of a meditative nature. And then the people I work with -- all artists in their own right -- are a continual inspiration with their expanses of knowledge and expansive wit. I will miss, however, the ample swaths of time in which I indulged myself these past three weeks. But contrast is of utmost importance: yin and yang, zig and zag (Cheech & Chong). Amen.
And I will remind myself that All Things Are Not Beautiful:
Time to swear off anything made of plastic. On a remote
beach in the wild West of Ireland, I photographed these
eternal remnants of human existence. And they were not
few and far-between, but every step of the rocky way.
"Butterlicious" was exactly how I found it: upside down.
And may I add that I saw a Butterlicious container
on EVERY beach I visited.