I’ll start this photo blog with the reason I started taking pictures: The view.
I had a friend once, called Ben. He was one of the happiest people I had ever met, always smiling, always looking forward to something. One day I asked him where he found his zest for life, his seemingly never-ending enthusiasm.
“Grainne, just look up sometimes. You’ll be so surprised at what you’ve been missing, if you just look up every now and then.”
I smiled and nodded, and went on my way, thinking him a bit odd. That was, until I was on my way home. I rode the city bus back to my apartment that day and instead of gazing at the sidewalks and people, I expanded my view and…well, looked up. I suddenly noticed the beautiful sculpting of the century old buildings I passed twice daily, usually staring at their dreary entranceway and peeling trim. I saw stained-glass windows and wrought iron statues next to letters, six inches high, announcing someone and his sons, who owned or built the building a hundred years earlier.
Nearly a decade later I think of Ben often, as I explore the world anew with my beautiful, autistic, seven-year old boy. I hope to capture here, some of the things we learn along the way.