On the common occasion that I cant get a successful night’s kip I’ll venture out into Dublin’s darkness and see what I can shoot. This helps me use all the unspent energy from the day in the hope that when I return to bed I can finally get my forty winks. I thought I’d share with you the images I have taken over the last year which helped me drift off into a deep coma.
Shuttermaniac.com is a Photography blog authored by Lee Williamson, a Scottish photographer based in Ireland. Before this blog started (prior to Oct 2012) he had a Facebook page which served as a means for keeping clients and friends updated to any upcoming gigs, work and events. This also served as a back catalogue for said clients wishing to see their portfolios shown on a public platform for review and critique. He currently has a website which only started last year May 2011 and has already attracted a plethora of international interest (but mainly Scottish..) ‘Dublin’s Arts and Antique Quarter’ use his images in their highlighting of the up and becoming cultural area in and Francis Street. The Blogger comes from a small, quiet agricultural seaside town just south of Glasgow, so always had the aspirations to seek out the next big city and run away from home. Since the childhood dream of leaving home officially (usually a kick in the arse when you turn sixteen) he has worked, lived, and squandered his time around the globe. Dodging in and out of Hospitality/ Catering work as often as a stray dog to a home he worked in every level of Hotels, Restaurants and Bars and even served time in the Merchant Navy as a Drunken Sailor/ Sommelier on board the QE2 cruise liner. The common factor in all this unsettled chaos, was the pastime in which this young man adhered all his spare time and attention to. With years spent away from home and cultural comfort zones, and having a distinct lack of wanting to return, he was only going to be immersed deeper into this new-found career path. “It’s only by looking back and organising your photographs, that you can make sense of all this madness, which we call life”. At least that’s what I think she said, as my forgetful grandmother asked me for the third time. “Who is this one again, son?”
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