I think the plan is Italy. Then Greece. But don’t hold me to that cuz it could change at any minute. I want to travel the world and I think the plan is one yearly trip on our anniversary. This year was Dublin. Definite success. So much so that the yearly trip is now the plan. And next year: Rome & Venice. Atleast that’s the plan. Sometimes my plans disappear completely. Sometimes my plans implode onto themselves with such force that if you ask me “Hey, how’s that plan coming along?” I’ll deny ever having had the plan altogether. But this is different. This is something I’ve always wanted. And now I have a partner in crime who wants it equally. This gives the plan strength. My previous plan to become Batman -> no strength (also no bat-supplies). This is now doable. One of these days I’ll be the cool guy in the foreground drinking a delicious craft beer at Ireland’s oldest pub (The Brazen Head, est. 1198). One of these days I’ll be on the other side of the world karaoking in Tokyo with a group of Asian strangers (go watch Lost In Translation and you’ll want to also). One of these days I’ll drink a beer in Zanzibar just cuz I like the way that word sounds. That’s the plan anyway. I like plans.

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I think the plan is Italy. Then Greece. But don’t hold me to that cuz it could change at any minute. I want to travel the world and I think the plan is one yearly trip on our anniversary. This year was Dublin. Definite success. So much so that the yearly trip is now the plan. And next year: Rome & Venice. Atleast that’s the plan. Sometimes my plans disappear completely. Sometimes my plans implode onto themselves with such force that if you ask me “Hey, how’s that plan coming along?” I’ll deny ever having had the plan altogether. But this is different. This is something I’ve always wanted. And now I have a partner in crime who wants it equally. This gives the plan strength. My previous plan to become Batman -> no strength (also no bat-supplies). This is now doable. One of these days I’ll be the cool guy in the foreground drinking a delicious craft beer at Ireland’s oldest pub (The Brazen Head, est. 1198). One of these days I’ll be on the other side of the world karaoking in Tokyo with a group of Asian strangers (go watch Lost In Translation and you’ll want to also). One of these days I’ll drink a beer in Zanzibar just cuz I like the way that word sounds. That’s the plan anyway. I like plans.

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

"I enjoy staring at a photograph and imagining the crazy scene I’ll make of it after editing it and superimposing this and digitally blending that and picturing how epic the entire thing will look when it’s all done and then feeling lazy and not actually doing it and forgetting about it completely until weeks later while I’m having a crazy dream randomly about all that I had imagined and waking up racking my brain trying to recreate it all in an awesome work of art thinking it was guided by some intense dream and not realizing it was actually born from my laziness."
ejc

So last night this dude got drunk and played Skyrim

aaronbleyaert:

If this was a TV show, I would watch the shit out of it.

EPIC VIDEO GAME DRUNKEN RANT

I gotta admit. This guy went off on some game whilst drunk and created great entertainment. Click the link and enjoy

-ejc

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Ireland Trip 2014 →

If you have ever considered visiting Dublin, or even if you just love to travel, sit down and watch this. I know I sound like I’m tooting my own horn, but after all those pictures and video clips I took I’m just proud of this video and how it turned out and the fact that I’ll always be able to look back at this trip we took on our one year anniversary and smile. It really did come out perfect. Let the blissful sounds of U2 surround you as you watch this tour of Dublin.

Photos and video by ejc.
Made on iMovie.

There’s a quote in the movie “Seven” where Morgan Freeman’s character says to the security guards working the graveyard shift of a library, “Gentlemen, gentlemen… I’ll never understand. All these books, a world of knowledge at your fingertips. And what do you do? You play poker all night.” I honestly think about that every single time I walk into a library or museum. Why don’t I read every day? Why don’t I spend my days off researching things I like? Can you imagine how well read and smart a person would be who did that every single day for their whole life? I guess photography is my playing poker all night. (That and drinking Guinness like a maniac). I tinker with this, tinker with that. I never know when I’m done with a photograph until the split second it happens. But the thing I love most is that after staring at the same photograph for so long I never forget that moment when I first took the picture. National Library & Museum. Dublin, Ireland. Outside sitting on the benches waiting for the doors to open at 10 am. That old man lighting up his cigarette perfectly in stride just as I snapped it. All that knowledge around me and what did I do? I took a picture of some old dude. That’s about right.

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

There’s a quote in the movie “Seven” where Morgan Freeman’s character says to the security guards working the graveyard shift of a library, “Gentlemen, gentlemen… I’ll never understand. All these books, a world of knowledge at your fingertips. And what do you do? You play poker all night.” I honestly think about that every single time I walk into a library or museum. Why don’t I read every day? Why don’t I spend my days off researching things I like? Can you imagine how well read and smart a person would be who did that every single day for their whole life? I guess photography is my playing poker all night. (That and drinking Guinness like a maniac). I tinker with this, tinker with that. I never know when I’m done with a photograph until the split second it happens. But the thing I love most is that after staring at the same photograph for so long I never forget that moment when I first took the picture. National Library & Museum. Dublin, Ireland. Outside sitting on the benches waiting for the doors to open at 10 am. That old man lighting up his cigarette perfectly in stride just as I snapped it. All that knowledge around me and what did I do? I took a picture of some old dude. That’s about right.

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

BBQ. Burgers. Beer. Chillin the most..

How did Sunday get here again so quickly? I wake up exactly the same on the mornings I’m at home now; opening my eyes, turning my head, looking over to the right and down, and seeing Guinness laying on his dark blue blanket bed chewing on his bone or his red rag or some stick that he wasn’t supposed to bring inside in the first place. The rest of this day is up to me. I have no idea what this Sunday is going to bring. Pamela leaves back for Kyle today so I’m sure lunch will be with her. Past that, no idea. I’m still just getting out of that haze you’re in when you wake up. This pic reminds me of that. Awakening. I can’t imagine losing track of Sundays waking up to this though. I took this as I looked into a prison cell at the Kilmainham Gaol (pronounced “jail”) in Dublin. Long ago this was some poor soul’s Sunday morning awakening. Every. Single. Sunday. Thinking about that makes me want to take full advantage of each day, but at the same time there’s something to be said about enjoying the stillness of a Sunday morning waking up a little later than usual and staying in bed looking over at your dog who’s very happy with just chillin too. Sounds like a plan.

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

How did Sunday get here again so quickly? I wake up exactly the same on the mornings I’m at home now; opening my eyes, turning my head, looking over to the right and down, and seeing Guinness laying on his dark blue blanket bed chewing on his bone or his red rag or some stick that he wasn’t supposed to bring inside in the first place. The rest of this day is up to me. I have no idea what this Sunday is going to bring. Pamela leaves back for Kyle today so I’m sure lunch will be with her. Past that, no idea. I’m still just getting out of that haze you’re in when you wake up. This pic reminds me of that. Awakening. I can’t imagine losing track of Sundays waking up to this though. I took this as I looked into a prison cell at the Kilmainham Gaol (pronounced “jail”) in Dublin. Long ago this was some poor soul’s Sunday morning awakening. Every. Single. Sunday. Thinking about that makes me want to take full advantage of each day, but at the same time there’s something to be said about enjoying the stillness of a Sunday morning waking up a little later than usual and staying in bed looking over at your dog who’s very happy with just chillin too. Sounds like a plan.

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

4 Jalapeño eggs, 2 pieces of buttered toast & 4 spicy sausage patties. Breakfast for 2? Naah. Sharing is for losers.

-ejc

4 Jalapeño eggs, 2 pieces of buttered toast & 4 spicy sausage patties. Breakfast for 2? Naah. Sharing is for losers.

-ejc

I just got off the phone with my girlfriend who’s birthday is today and like a good boyfriend I called her at midnight to tell her good job on surviving all these years. Man, where do the years go? I remember writing my name in crayon on the wall inside our hall closet (it’s still there) in the house I grew up in and to think that was somewhere around 30 years ago is crazy to me. The entire world was 100% different. You’d take photographs with a camera that you had to wind up and you couldn’t see how the picture turned out until a week later when you picked up the developed pictures from the store. Sharing photos meant putting them into an actual real-life photo album and then handing it to a friend so they could flip through them page by page. Nowadays I’ll take a picture and if wifi is slow it’s like “man I took this picture 15 seconds ago and my 1000 friends on the other side of the world haven’t even seen it yet.. why does God hate me?!”. I do love technology. I love capturing moments. Walking along the River Liffey in Dublin to our hotel from a pub called The Brazen Head that was established in 1198 (not a typo: eleven friggin ninety eight) on a cool clear evening 2 months ago and there was no place I’d have rather been. Growing up goes by so fast now. Thank god for pictures.

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

I just got off the phone with my girlfriend who’s birthday is today and like a good boyfriend I called her at midnight to tell her good job on surviving all these years. Man, where do the years go? I remember writing my name in crayon on the wall inside our hall closet (it’s still there) in the house I grew up in and to think that was somewhere around 30 years ago is crazy to me. The entire world was 100% different. You’d take photographs with a camera that you had to wind up and you couldn’t see how the picture turned out until a week later when you picked up the developed pictures from the store. Sharing photos meant putting them into an actual real-life photo album and then handing it to a friend so they could flip through them page by page. Nowadays I’ll take a picture and if wifi is slow it’s like “man I took this picture 15 seconds ago and my 1000 friends on the other side of the world haven’t even seen it yet.. why does God hate me?!”. I do love technology. I love capturing moments. Walking along the River Liffey in Dublin to our hotel from a pub called The Brazen Head that was established in 1198 (not a typo: eleven friggin ninety eight) on a cool clear evening 2 months ago and there was no place I’d have rather been. Growing up goes by so fast now. Thank god for pictures.

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

Happy Batman Day from my living room. Of all the people who have been here only a couple have actually noticed my secret identity on display. That’s good cuz id have had to la-bat-omize them.

Happy Batman Day from my living room. Of all the people who have been here only a couple have actually noticed my secret identity on display. That’s good cuz id have had to la-bat-omize them.

Found the perfect size sign to put over Guinness’ food and water bowls. $8 online. Suhweet.

Found the perfect size sign to put over Guinness’ food and water bowls. $8 online. Suhweet.

Bowling this morning after work. Beer. Friends. Lunch afterwards. What a great time. Vance Thunder, Leroy Jenkins & The Big O. We’ve gotta do this more often.

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 :)

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

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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