Sea of Love, by Cat Power. nobody reads descriptions so this should be safely unread. i reached a milestone tonight, a million views on this video. i write a confession, what happened. i started to take photographs to take my mind of a horrendous relationship breakup. i didn't want it to end but it did. it was the first time i felt so alone in this world. and then being without her mattered so much that it felt like i was dying. This song was my anthem around the time. Cat Power it seemed, had suffered a similar fall from grace. it was and still is, a sad song. this milestone then, a million views, makes me want to write something about why i uploaded this video in the first place, but the fact is that 95-99 % of viewers click on this video to hear Cat power sing Sea of love, and not view my pictures. of course that's why they click on it, they haven't heard of me, but they have watched Juno, and they have seen Cat Power on stage somewhere, or heard her voice on some friends' CD player. don't get me wrong, i am not insecure, i am totally confidant about my ability to take a photograph as a means to express myself. the music i use in my video merely aides the emotional connection, music has always done this. i am nearing the end of my twenties. in a couple of months i will be thirty years of age. i don't have any children, and i don't have a partner. i make a living as a photojournalist and freelance photographer. for as long as i can remember, i could never fit somewhere. there's nowhere i could call home. i barely recognise myself from the young man who entered university thinking that a formal education in psychology was going to make me happy, that this prescribed route was going to make me stop wondering, and actually live my life, instead of scratching at it, watching it. the solace of a camera then seems in retrospect like an obvious thing to do, but as luck would have it, i finally found something that i was truly a natural at, expressing myself. you see i have a lot of pain. of course everyone and their dog has pain and i am no different, but what i find myself trying to do with the camera is just ignore everything that i have ever learned or experienced, just blissfully forget about the taxman, the banker, the things that make up the world around me, and just think about me. when i take a photograph i am there, being hit by a wave, happy in a graveyard, in a box, or even a garden plastic rabbit, these are all expressions of myself. yes they exist and i didn't arrange them, but i am drawn to them as soon as i sense them, and for however long the scene is as such, i want to take a photograph of it, and when i do, i feel momentarily invigorated, an orgasmic sense of something recognised and understood and captured, a reflection of myself. so from someone with no artistic background, via a Machiavellian relationship breakup, i find myself with the perfect medium to express myself with, the camera. thanks for reading. Raymond McCarron my Facebook Photography page: http://www.facebook.com/RaymondMcCarronPhotography Please click like, but only if you like.
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Epigraph, composed by Michael Danna. (Track 07 from the Capote soundtrack). I do not own the rights to the music. These colour photographs are my own, taken in Newcastle, England, in the last week of 2012. www.facebook.com/raymondmccarronphotography
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Music by Belfast DJ David Holmes - I Heard Wonders From his 2008 Album 'The Holy Pictures'. my facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/RaymondMcCarronPhotography you can click like, if you like, but only if you like. Pictures are by Workingsux, taken in Northern Ireland in 2008.
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a photo essay of my home town (Strabane) in Ireland. the photos were taken by myself in the last month. oddly the inspiration for this photo essay was the youtube video 'Noah takes a photo of himself every day for 6 year'. this is the link to it: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=6B26asyGKDo&feature=related i thought the music and the concept was incredibly poignant, something that everyone could relate to.
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by workingsux. Some times you listen to a song, and you've listened to it countless times before, but only now do i actually hear it. i fully expect hardly anyone to appreciate this, but i love this song now and in a matter of speaking, that is all that matters.
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The wedding of musicians David Oliver (McGarrigle) and Catriona McGinty took place on the 20th June 2008 in Donegal Ireland. this was my first wedding, and i enjoyed it thoroughly. a great day had by all. Music is by Gustavo Santaolalla, performed by Kronos Quartet - When our wings are cut, can we still Fly?
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I am going through a phase. I presume its a phase as I havent gone through this repetitive behaviour before, and I can only presume that (like everything else) it wont last. I am replaying parts of the relationship we once had. I am standing or sitting by myself, and I remember years ago when I was so into us, as we. Apart from the twisted and confused me, I thought we were really fine. The memory is there, it is one of many, us having coffee in Italy, us driving home to Belfast from Bangor, and in each of them, I am standing over the two of us and Im looking at you, and Im whispering beneath the noise of the conversation, I love you, I love you, I love you. You see when we were breaking up it was so hard because no matter how hard I tried to convince you that I was really in love with you, you didnt believe me, or didnt want to believe me because you had moved on, and I couldnt blame you for that then and I still dont. But Im still here, and I still love you, and I always will. photography by Raymond McCarron music by Tom Waits - Home I'll never be
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the catastrophe of my personality Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern. The country is grey and brown and white in trees, snows and skies of laughter always diminishing, less funny not just darker, not just grey. It may be the coldest day of the year, what does he think of that? I mean, what do I? And if I do, perhaps I am myself again. Frank OHara Mayakovsky from Meditations in an Emergency
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For a long time the art world considered street photography to be the parlance of the monochrome image. And i was happy to agree because i could see the emotion level rise when i turned my colour photographs that way. But lately (after my first exhibition which was completely monochrome) i have thought about thought about new ways to express myself photographically, and colour seemed to be a logical progression. That, and William Eggleston. it goes without saying that egg can only be egg, and i can only be me, but as a child-like interest in everyday things that interest you, colour comes out strongest.
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The Photographs are my own. The song is by Tom Waits. Waits is my favourite musician. Dirt In The Ground What does it matter, a dream of love Or a dream of lies We're all gonna be in the same place When we die Your spirit don't leave knowing Your face or your name ANd the wind through your bones Is all that remains And we're all gonna be We're all gonna be Just dirt in the ground The quill from a buzzard The blood writes the word I want to know am I the sky Or a bird 'Cause hell is boiling over And heaven is full We're chained to the world And we all gotta pull And we're all gonna be Just dirt in the ground. Now the killer was smiling With nerves made of stone He climbed the stairs And the gallows groaned And the people's hearts were pounding They were throbbing, they were red As he swung out ofver the crowd I heard the hangman said We're all gonna be Just dirt in the ground Now Cain slew Abel He killed him with a stone The sky cracked open And the thunder groaned Along a river of flesh Can these dry bones live? Ask a king or a beggar And the answer they'll give Is we're all gonna be Yea yeah We're all gonna be just Dirt in the ground.
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Venue: Fir Trees Strabane Date: 20th Septemeber 2008 "It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat." Theodore Roosevelt 26th President of the United States Music: Fuckin in the Bushes - Oasis
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