When I was a kid I used to love listening to my brother play guitar. He’d play Stairway to Heaven and no matter how many hundreds of times I heard it, I was locked in every time. When I was a sophomore in high school I got my dad to buy me my first guitar and decided to take Guitar 101. I had it first period. I loved that class. I remember that feeling playing all the cool parts of all my favorite Metallica songs for the badasses with long hair before class started. I got their approval, so I was the man. The skinny, glasses wearing, clearasil smudged faced MAN. I don’t think I stopped playing for the next 10 years straight. Music was an escape for me. It was a lot like digital photography is for me now, and I think listening to my brother play all the time growing up had a major role in that. This triptych is made up of 3 close up shots of my too cool for school matte black electric guitar. I wish I played now as much as I played then, but back then I was like the kid in the third pic without a care in the world. Now I’m all grown up. (All grown up playing on my iPad with pictures all day). Yup. All grown up. Aaaaaaand now I need to hug my brother :)

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Guinness, It’s time for your walk. #puppies #doglove #love

Guinness, It’s time for your walk. #puppies #doglove #love

This tea kettle means business.

This tea kettle means business.

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Isn’t that the truth..

Isn’t that the truth..

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I had never seen so many statues throughout a city as I saw in Dublin. As the driver of the hop-on-hop-off double decker tour bus was telling us (and sometimes singing to us) the stories about seemingly every street and street corner throughout the city, there were so many times where you get the feeling that most of the people who live there could probably tell these stories too. They love their history and their iconic figures that watch over the city as the sun goes down. If you’re ever in Dublin, the hop-on-hop-off buses are a must. Trust me. Tell them Eric says hi.

Photo by ejc.http://www.iwant2photographtheworld.tumblr.com

I had never seen so many statues throughout a city as I saw in Dublin. As the driver of the hop-on-hop-off double decker tour bus was telling us (and sometimes singing to us) the stories about seemingly every street and street corner throughout the city, there were so many times where you get the feeling that most of the people who live there could probably tell these stories too. They love their history and their iconic figures that watch over the city as the sun goes down. If you’re ever in Dublin, the hop-on-hop-off buses are a must. Trust me. Tell them Eric says hi.

Photo by ejc.
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Easy like Sunday morning..

susemoji:

glass-cases:

So there’s this app that you can post anonymously about things in your area and this is my favorite one

that’s why storms are named after people


Hahaha. This cracked me up -ejc

susemoji:

glass-cases:

So there’s this app that you can post anonymously about things in your area and this is my favorite one

that’s why storms are named after people

Hahaha. This cracked me up -ejc

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"Here’s the information for that article. Also, I was wondering why you haven’t written that article yet."
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That’s about right..

wonderxbread:

sn4ke-eyes:

The loop is too fucking perfect.

i could just sit here and watch this for forever


This is how life should be lived..ejc

wonderxbread:

sn4ke-eyes:

The loop is too fucking perfect.

i could just sit here and watch this for forever

This is how life should be lived..
ejc

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At Christ’s Church in Dublin I was especially fascinated by faith. How many thousands of people had come here seeking something greater than themselves over the years? It always makes me wonder about how in the midst of chaos a single thought can make you feel stronger, or more confident, or more accepting, or whatever, and get you through a tough time. When I was a little kid I wanted to learn how to ride my bike backwards and after trying and trying and only going a few feet without falling I prayed to god to make me ride this stinking bike backwards without falling off and on the very next try I went down the whole block. Obviously god didn’t instantly give me magic eagle powers and nutrients to ride the bike backwards, but in my 11 year old mind I was super powered. (I also regularly prayed that I could be either teen wolf or the Incredible Hulk and that never happened but either way you get the point). In the midst of whatever chaos we’re in, sometimes a single thought can help bring the lift we need.

Photo by ejc.
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At Christ’s Church in Dublin I was especially fascinated by faith. How many thousands of people had come here seeking something greater than themselves over the years? It always makes me wonder about how in the midst of chaos a single thought can make you feel stronger, or more confident, or more accepting, or whatever, and get you through a tough time. When I was a little kid I wanted to learn how to ride my bike backwards and after trying and trying and only going a few feet without falling I prayed to god to make me ride this stinking bike backwards without falling off and on the very next try I went down the whole block. Obviously god didn’t instantly give me magic eagle powers and nutrients to ride the bike backwards, but in my 11 year old mind I was super powered. (I also regularly prayed that I could be either teen wolf or the Incredible Hulk and that never happened but either way you get the point). In the midst of whatever chaos we’re in, sometimes a single thought can help bring the lift we need.

Photo by ejc.
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Some days i’m so against the idea of feeling anything like this that I do nothing at all. And it feels good.ejc

Some days i’m so against the idea of feeling anything like this that I do nothing at all. And it feels good.

ejc

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When I was a kid thunderstorms in the middle of the night used to always make me sleep better. The louder and harder the thunderclap the more safe I felt because in my mind “burglars aren’t gonna be out in the rain”…ejc

When I was a kid thunderstorms in the middle of the night used to always make me sleep better. The louder and harder the thunderclap the more safe I felt because in my mind “burglars aren’t gonna be out in the rain”…

ejc

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theothercogirl:

ark-kansas:

classy-texan:

crowleyslittleminion:

honeyglazecrossing:

Sure why not

Ooh, this sounds fun. Send me names! Lots of names! :3

ohh i wanna do this. come on followers pull through

DO IT!!!


Omg this could be interesting!!!

I love telling stories. Do it.

theothercogirl:

ark-kansas:

classy-texan:

crowleyslittleminion:

honeyglazecrossing:

Sure why not

Ooh, this sounds fun. Send me names! Lots of names! :3

ohh i wanna do this. come on followers pull through

DO IT!!!

Omg this could be interesting!!!

I love telling stories. Do it.

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I always think of Ferris Bueller skipping class when I think of art galleries. I also always think of Ferris Bueller when I hear Twist and Shout or see someone singing on a float at a parade, but this is about art galleries and not about parades or floats. I had never been to a gallery that actually looked like the ones in the movies. People walking around quietly contemplating the art and its message. This one did. It even had older security guards pacing back and forth discouraging you from using cameras who would say “shhhh” if you spoke too loud. (I took pictures anyway because I’m a rebel and I do what I want). I wish I could go back just so I could run inside wearing a ski mask and yell “THIS IS A ROBBERY!” just to see what those older security guards would do. Maybe next time. This National Gallery of Dublin was definitely legit. You’ll feel productive just walking though the place. I recommend it.

Photo by ejc.
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I always think of Ferris Bueller skipping class when I think of art galleries. I also always think of Ferris Bueller when I hear Twist and Shout or see someone singing on a float at a parade, but this is about art galleries and not about parades or floats. I had never been to a gallery that actually looked like the ones in the movies. People walking around quietly contemplating the art and its message. This one did. It even had older security guards pacing back and forth discouraging you from using cameras who would say “shhhh” if you spoke too loud. (I took pictures anyway because I’m a rebel and I do what I want). I wish I could go back just so I could run inside wearing a ski mask and yell “THIS IS A ROBBERY!” just to see what those older security guards would do. Maybe next time. This National Gallery of Dublin was definitely legit. You’ll feel productive just walking though the place. I recommend it.

Photo by ejc.
www.iwant2photographtheworld.tumblr.com

In Dublin there are so many museums and libraries to see that they can start to all blend together in your mind. One museum, the Little Museum of Dublin, stands out in my mind though. The locals call it their “creepy museum” because it’s filled with trinkets and keepsakes passed through the generations and then donated to the museum. We saw everything from old newspaper clippings and historical photographs to an old typewriter, children’s toys and a gas mask. The top floor is dedicated to Dublin’s U2 and is filled with memorabilia. This particular room (nowhere near as nightmarish in real life) is filled with drawings left by guests of the museum that are then posted on the wall. I don’t know how long they keep the drawings up, but if you were to visit now, please look for a drawing of Batman that says “Batman’s from Texas” signed by yours truly and if it’s no longer up please complain about why it’s not. After you file your complaint you can continue to check out this very cool museum that gives you a real feel of the city’s history from the perspective of people who lived there.

Photo by ejc.
www.iwant2photographtheworld.tumblr.com

In Dublin there are so many museums and libraries to see that they can start to all blend together in your mind. One museum, the Little Museum of Dublin, stands out in my mind though. The locals call it their “creepy museum” because it’s filled with trinkets and keepsakes passed through the generations and then donated to the museum. We saw everything from old newspaper clippings and historical photographs to an old typewriter, children’s toys and a gas mask. The top floor is dedicated to Dublin’s U2 and is filled with memorabilia. This particular room (nowhere near as nightmarish in real life) is filled with drawings left by guests of the museum that are then posted on the wall. I don’t know how long they keep the drawings up, but if you were to visit now, please look for a drawing of Batman that says “Batman’s from Texas” signed by yours truly and if it’s no longer up please complain about why it’s not. After you file your complaint you can continue to check out this very cool museum that gives you a real feel of the city’s history from the perspective of people who lived there.

Photo by ejc.
www.iwant2photographtheworld.tumblr.com