will drop you an email.. glad your trip has worked out so well..

good stuff.

with a small airport connecting to oslo and bergen, florø is peaceful without being utterly isolated.. tor capa is loving the rest of his extended family being around.

I just really hope our sometimes lax council will really bite into this with as much energy and enthusiasm as the city of Liverpool did.

Hopefully the right people will take this opportunity to showcase the talent that exists in the city and in turn provide them with artists, bands and events to inspire more.

Maybe MrFriedFunk could organise a big field for us all to dance in, and make Celtronic 2013 even more special!

Emmett

What Not to LOOK:)))

I am proud of you…DAVIDB…and I bet my ouzo
that your papa is proud as me

VIVA Michael John Bowen !!!

A gorgeous youngster, that Tor Capa.

I think of my mum and dad a lot at the moment. All too aware that I don’t have many gatherings left with them. Angela and Kevin are wonderful people and they afforded my three siblings and me a splendid childhood.

They’re vital people. Still strong and healthy but getting old. My dad often winds me up by speaking of his being “close to the tape”. They both have lived a wonderful life and are keen to keep on living it as best they can but should anything happen to either of them, they would be fine knowing that they lived it to the fullest. To the fullest. They have set a standard for the generations below them. And so by their example I try to live mine to the fullest too.

Angela and Kevin are my mum and dad but not my biological parents. Not my “blood” relatives. I don’t ever remember being told but I always knew. We all did. I guess they told us before we understood and therefore grew into the knowledge.

In the late 90’s I was contacted by the adoption agency to say that I had a sister born and brought up in England. There are four of us in total. Three born and brought up in Ireland. I was stunned at this. We have still not managed to meet but will this year now that I’m back in the UK. My two half sisters in Ireland have not maintained contact and I have no idea where they are. But my English sister is in regular contact. She looks like me and is also a visual artist and dog lover.

She lived with our mother until 1983 when she died of cancer. She is the only one of us who knew her. My son, Eoin, now eight years old is the first blood relative I’ve met. His younger brother, Connor, the second. My sister will be the third.

Such an experience can really rattle one’s sense of self identity.

Your lovely post about your dad has given me much pause for thought and reflection.

All the best,
Paul Treacy

well – there are certainly points of relation between us – thanks for taking the time to reply.

it was a tough weekend that dad died – a knock on the door from the police and a trip to the hospital to identify him.. a solid stone book-end to all that had gone before..

it´s what you rightly call ¨unselfish interest in another person¨ that is missing from teenagers lives.. certainly mine :ø)
loosing a parent in the middle of that search for self awareness is a strangely grounding happening.. and as you say it opens a perceptive door which stays with us.. travel.. photography – doing what you want to do became something of an urgent obsession and any dangers or discomfort are much more easily tolerated.

whats missing for me is his side of the family.. our family dissolved prior to his passing and contacts were lost and are now difficult to find. my hope is that photography will serve as some kind of introduction to his surviving relatives in london.. i only need to find one to begin with :ø)

as an aside – you know that anton is in japan for the duration of may, continuing his project? hit me up if you don´t have his email address..
david@bophoto.co.uk

cheers
d

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