My world, mainly Inis Mor, is not as small as it may seem and neither are the events which are experienced here. Trying to succinctly express feelings derived from events, relationships, and interactions can be challenging at times.
Some moments are just too grand to capture briefly; often when done so, it is divine timing or serendipity or one’s exceptional gifts that has guided the achievement. Many of the best poets are admired for this talent–their eloquence in conveying what most others are unable to find the words to accurately describe.
Often pictures complement a story, adding detail that, as the saying goes, is worth a thousand words. Other times, the choice is made not to take a picture when awestruck by something, knowing that it can never be captured for sharing with quite the same intensity and emotion felt in that moment.
I was reminded of this last week when friends from Maine were visiting us. We were hiking up to Dun Aengus, the island’s most popular attraction, when one of them commented on the view.
Without hesitation, he decided not to take that picture, but rather capture it in his mind’s eye instead. He knew its grandness wouldn’t translate to a one-dimensional photograph and I really appreciated how quickly he assessed and decided to just keep his perspective personal.
Of course, I couldn’t resist documenting their visit with a few snaps…
The opposite of this can also be true; sometimes pictures say it all, no explanation needed. Photographing my sewing summer camp was an afterthought most days, if I remembered at all, and I got very few pics. Some projects I got no pictures of at all. But as promised to parents, here is a glimpse of my favourite two weeks of this summer. (click on any picture to start slide show)
And sometimes we have an encounter that needs neither words nor photos for a message to be received.
A couple of weeks back I had a dream about work. Only this time I was not serving customers, the usual work dream, it was about one of my bosses. And we were like super BFFs, funny because of the three, he is the one I am least likely to hang out with. Anyhoo, point is that after thinking about the dream I realized that he represented what my summer job at the hotel has come to mean to me.
Friendship and socialization were never a consideration when I accepted the job. But now, with co-workers, with clients, with islanders who were mere acquaintances before, my island world has definitely expanded.
My thanks goes to a co-workers brother for the gentle verbal kick in the pants last evening (disguised as appreciation for my writing) that got me up early to write this post. The downside of this summer work-fling is a lack of writing and reading time.
But, like a summer romance, that will all be coming to an end in the number of weeks I can count on one hand. So for today, I will enjoy a day off, catch the ferry in less than hour to the mainland and celebrate one of my son’s birthdays.
I do have a few more words and pictures to add relating to the garden, but that is for another day….