Although this photo is the least appealing of those presented here, it’s the most meaningful of them. The picture of the Marquess of Pombal statue in Lisboa, Portugal, meant to commemorate Prime Minister Sebastião José de Carvalho e Melo, is significant because it was taken on a night that caused me to feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Me and my siblings had eaten a delicious Portuguese style meal and then walked up the slope-styled park, Parque Eduardo VII. Up there, we watched the slow-moving Rio Tajo, which was accompanied by the sparkling lights of beached castles and homes. At that point, we had been traveling around Spain and Portugal, making little effort to pause. At the top of Parque Eduardo VII, however, I not only stopped to breathe, but I also realized how surreal it was to be in Portugal with my siblings.
The photo, as well as this post, are titled Imagine a Moment for it was a phrase I penned that night in Lisboa. I realized that moments such as the one up in the park are memories to be valued, rather than objects to be perpetually held. Even if I were to return to Lisboa, I would experience it differently. As a result, I must be appreciative without desiring repetition. Though we are unable to recreate past experiences of ecstasy and joy doesn’t mean they are lost to us forever.
This is the idea I seek to convey in posting these photos. To provide snippets of my wondrous journey without disclosing every detail. I invite you to view these photos and perhaps understand why they have meaning to me, or find a new meaning for yourself. They are ordered in the chronological order that we traveled in.
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Maidin Mhaith (Pronounced ma-jeen woy)
Which means “good morning” in Gaelic
Myyyy Ahhdidas – Run D.M.C.
Just a typical night for Dublin pub-goers
In the Garden of Remembrance
For those who gave their life for Irish freedom
Crouching is the best way to describe my photography
Tree Awning, A.K.A. “Tree”
Still crooked. Not much has changed, except that bus that passed by
A little of this, a little of that
A little of that, a little of this
More of this than that
It’s just the sun, don’t get your hopes up
Insulation, a story of walls
Evading the elements of Toledo
Floral Fran, dark
Floral Fran, light
Sister portraits on stack
In the distance
Caged, yet enthralled by an aggression of the mind
An abrupt halt
Again, in the distance, but a little closer, although I’m not completely sure
Portuguese hospitality ii
Welcome to my mansion
The forbidden fruit of Eden
Beware of the serpent
Just over yonder, you say?
Stumbled upon Whoville (with a little graffiti)
Welcome to my home
Act I: Portuguese hospitality iii. Act II: The color yellow