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I AM TIMI

I offer you a walk in my shoes // Telling my story // One photograph at a time

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July 2015

Memory Lane: 03

Do you remember a time?

A time when you did something for the very first time?

Do you remember a time?

A time when something almost magical happened?

Do you remember a time?

A time when a feeling became a reality?

I remember such a time.

I remember the very first time.

I remember picking up the camera.

I remember walking out the oped door.

I remember the feeling of the wind on my jaw.

I remember the feeling as I realized what I was doing.

Panic.

Dread.

Fear.

Click.

That was all it was.

Click.

Just like that.

Click.

I captured this moment.

The first of 36.

All it took was a click.

Click.

I am Timi

If This is the Last

If this is the last thing I ever write, I want you to know a few things.

If this is the last thing I ever write.

I want you not to remember these words.

If this is the last thing I ever write.

I ask you to remember it all,

If this is the last thing I ever write.

I want you to be here with me.

If this is the last thing I ever write.

I ask you to feel how I feel.

If this is the last thing I ever write.

I want you to remember to smile.

If this is the last thing I ever write.

I want you to slow down once in a while.

If this is the last thing I ever write.

I ask you to make all the mistakes you can.

If this is the last thing I ever write.

I want you to feel the air inside your lungs.

If this is the last thing I ever write.

I ask you to feel life as you live it.

If this is the last thing I ever write.

I want you not to feel sorry for me.

If this is the last thing I ever write.

I ask you to always be you.

I ask you not to compromise.

I ask you not to forget who you are.

I ask you to close your eyes.

I ask you to feel these words.

I ask you to share.

I ask you to teach.

I ask you to learn.

I ask you to laugh.

I ask you to love.

If this is the last thing I ever write.

I want you not to remember these words.

I ask you to live them.

I am Timi

Memory Lane: 02

It is around the same time.

It’s April.

I think it is.

I remember it’s cold.

It’s colder than April should be.

And I’m walking.

I’m walking and walking.

Down an infinitely straight road.

The kind of road you see in a dream.

The kind of road that offers no hope.

No comfort to a weary traveller.

Except I’m not weary.

And I am hopeful.

I’m walking.

I’m walking down this road.

I don’t see it at first.

It’s a gate.

A wrought iron gate.

A gate that keeps things out while still looking beautiful.

It’s the kind of gate from a story book.

A gate that keeps the mythical world secret.

Behind the gate is shrubbery.

It’s almost wild.

The green behind the iron gate stands out.

I think that’s why I stop.

I think that’s why I pay attention.

I think it’s why my fingers move toward my camera.

That’s when I see the diamond in the rough.

The mythical figure behind the gate.

The shiny and clean figure.

Elegantly hidden.

Hidden in plain sight.

If you’re looking.

That’s where we are.

On memory lane.

There are 34 memories left.

I am Timi

Memory Lane: 01

It’s sometime in 2014.

I think it’s March or April.

I’m standing in my living room.

My eyes come to rest on an old Canon.

It’s Karli’s old college camera.

So it’s about ten years old.

It shoots onto film.

It’s all manual.

To put that into context, up until January this year, I’d never shot manually.

I pointed my phone.

I clicked.

I went.

That was the extent of my very limited powers.

I picked up the camera.

I fixed it up.

I went on a journey.

I took one shot a day.

No idea how.

No idea why.

The results… Were kind of beautiful.

I quite like looking at the photographs over a year later, just how amateur they are.

On a chilly afternoon, I took a walk down Johnson’s Court.

One of Dublin’s gems.

As I walked it’s windy path, my eyes settled on this store.

The Butcher Barber.

I watched the guys do their thing for a few minutes.

I watch them laugh.

I watched them chat.

I watched them snip wayward hairs.

There was something about that moment.

I had to steal it.

That’s the first memory.

There are 35 more.

I am Timi 

The Crowd

We are one you and I.

You and I are one.

Cut from the same cloth.

You and I are one.

Our fears.

Our joys.

Our hopes.

Our dreams.

Our thoughts.

Our feelings.

Our doubts.

Our insecurities.

They are all the same.

You and I are in the crowd.

We’re pushing.

We’re harrying.

We’re striving.

We’re struggling.

For just one reason.

To break away.

We want to break away.

We need to break away.

We need to see the crowd.

And think to ourselves.

I used to be there.

I am Timi

  

Hello There

Hello there.

Hello there you.

Well hello!

Are you well?

Because you’re looking well.

What are you doing down there.

Down here.

On your own.

In the back room.

At the side.

On your own.

You’re pretty cool.

You’re really cool, don’t you know?

The party is in full swing.

There’s people looking for you.

Come join the party.

Before it’s over.

I am Timi

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