Those of you who have followed this blog know that I don't often take photos of people in places that I visit. The short explanation for this is I am hesitant to be intrusive in the lives of others for my own photographic gratification. On the other hand, I consider those who perform or work in public fair targets for my lens. If they are street performers, I am considerate and tip them for the privilege.
The photos in this post were taken in a variety of settings. The top two were taken in a glassware factory in County Claire. I found the difference between the somewhat haughty woman owner/manager and the down-to-earth glass craftsman amazing. The role-playing Viking coin-maker in Dublinia was both informative and personally interesting (he winters in the very unViking-like location of Arizona). The iconic face of Che Guevarra on the wall of a small town that thrives upon vacation residents puzzled me at first. A bearded young man pushing a baby stroller solved the puzzle for me by informing me that the artist who drew the original lived in that town and the town's people were proud of him. The photo of the County Claire farmer was taken from a tour bus window simply because I liked the image and felt that I could take it without being intrusive. Finally, I couldn't resist the image of two friendly Dublin leprachauns with the statue of Molly Mallone in the background. I was in Ireland. I was a tourist. How could I NOT take that photo?
Thank you for visiting, please feel free to stop by the Tavern again. In the meantime, may your own travels be both interesting and enjoyable.
p.s. I may not be posting for the next couple of weeks. Next Friday I will be on my way to Maine to spend time with my 88 year old father. While I enjoy my visits with dad, he has no internet and I may experience a sense of internet withdrawal. (Not completely, I will have access on my smartphone...it just won't be easy to post unless I can slip off to a wi-fi hotspot.) Funny in some ways. When I was a Peace Corps volunteer teacher in Kenya (1969-1971) I went for three years without using a telephone or a television. Now the thought of possibly three weeks without immediate access to the internet is at least a minor concern. Perspectives certainly do change, don't they?