Isolation Antidotes (10): A Glimpse of Glenbarrow

Okay, Sherman, set the Wayback Machine for the 27th of April, 2000. (I know that I have a few followers out there who will appreciate the reference, but it’s not really essential to the post.) I was in the Republic of Ireland and I had just concluded a long day of work in Cahir in the delightful company of  an Irish colleague and, on the way back to Dublin, we stopped at the famous Morrisey’s Pub in Abbeyliex. As we reflected on the day’s activities and waited for our pints of Guinness to settle, I shared some photos with him. As it turned out, he had had a veterinary practice in the area, and he suddenly said that there was a favorite place of his not far away that he absolutely had to show me. We finished out drinks in record time, as the sky was beginning to cloud seriously over, and he rapidly and expertly drove me through a series of tiny and picturesque back roads to a secluded glen on the Barrow River, about 25 km distant. We parked and jogged up a beautiful trail along the river, arriving at the place he wanted to share with me just as the rain began to fall, lightly at first. We had only a few minutes before it began to rain in earnest, but that gave me enough time to make a few shots of the lovely river with the ubiquitous gorse in the foreground. It was only my second trip with my first digital camera and the resolution of the photos that I saved back then is, unfortunately, much less than I would like, but this is what I have to work with now, and I cherish the memory.

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12 Responses to Isolation Antidotes (10): A Glimpse of Glenbarrow

  1. Mike Powell says:

    I was a huge fan of the Rocky and Bullwinkle show, including the segments with Mr Peabody and Sherman. My favorites, though, were the Fractured Fairy Tales that would usually end with outrageously bad puns. Your photo from 2000, Gary, still looks great. Isn’t it amazing how we remember the entire set of circumstances surrounding some of our photos? Do your remember what kind of media you used in that camera? As I recall, my first digital camera was an Olympus that used Smart Media cards.

    • krikitarts says:

      Sure do! It was a Nikon Coolpix 950 and it took a Compact Flash card, which was about the size of a pack and a half of paper matches; it came with an 8-megabyte card. A Digital Photo review of the camera, at the time, said that a 64-MB card was “available” for around $180! And now, “only” 20 years later, you can get one that has 1,000 times that capacity for around $32. Can you even begin to imagine what will be available in the next 20 years? Truly, the mind boggles–no, bobbles! I wish I’d been shooting at highest resolution back then, but I was very conscious of storage space in the primitive laptop I was using for work and I didn’t carry an external hard drive. Ah, don’t you miss those good old days?!

  2. Vicki says:

    Both images in this post are lovely. I never got to Ireland on my overseas travels in the mid to late 1970s so I’d love to see some of the Irish Countryside if you have them.

  3. Adrian Lewis says:

    Wonderful story – especially waiting for the Guinness to settle! :)

  4. Interesting writing, and a beautiful memory captured wonderfully!

  5. Absolutely I get the reference..but to the original, not the remake. I’m still a big fan. That is a lovely spot and your friend shared a place that will stay with you forever. I like your choice of exposure and of course the gorse. A gorse is a gorse of course, of course, unless the gorse is a horse, of course, like the famous Mr. Ed..

    • krikitarts says:

      Yes, the original will always be better than any remake. And of all the folks who encounter it–apart from the photographers–only the farmer at the source (and his horse, of course), abhors the gorse. Could be worse.

  6. bluebrightly says:

    That is such a lovely story! Thanks for passing it on. It reminds us of the value of travel in a time when we can only dream. :-)

    • krikitarts says:

      We all need to keep dreaming. New dreams will come as old ones will continue to be savored. There is no such thing as too much dreaming or too many dreams. Thanks very much, Lynn.

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