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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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SacramentΒ 

I have a love hate relationship.

With old brick churches.

I love their architecture.

But I hate what they stand for.
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Mirage 23

As I walk.

Through the valleys.

Of the shadows of death.

I feel a terrible hunger.
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Axis Mundi

Have you ever just sat there.

Just sat there.

And let your mind pour out?

Just empty out completely?
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Circle

A whiff.

A whiff of conversation.

A conversation.
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Dopamine

Within the simplicity of Dublin lurks a complexity.

A complexity that mirrors most of our innermost thoughts, feelings and expressions.
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Everest

Do we not want to be better?

Do we not want to be bigger?

Do we not want to be higher?

Than we have been before?

Do we not seek adventure?

Do we not seek new experiences?

Do we not seek new escapades?

Or do we have to settle?

It is no surprise.

When we are just outside.

What we define as a comfort zone.

We are energized and new.

We are revitalized and fresh.

We are reinvigorated.

There is our longing.

For something bigger.

Something more.

Something better.

That we just can’t shirk.

And why should we?

I am Timi

She’s Alright

You can do what you like.

Within reason.

Within each day we see.

Every season.

History meets present day.

In cobbles.

In pillars.

In walls.

In districts.

In rivers.

In language.

You can feel it.

You can almost taste it.

She has her flaws.

They are well known.

Well known to some.

She has her talents.

Oh so many.

Why else would we be here.

She’s alright.

She’s alright Dublin.

Don’t you know?

I am Timi 

Snapshots

There are certain things I love.

Certain things I can wait for.

Certain things I savor.

There are certain things I love.

Certain things I live.

Certain things for which I will endure.

One of those things.

Is the view from Grattan bridge.

Not over the bridge.

Not around it.

Through it.

There are so many views.

From just one standpoint.

Little bits of the city.

Little paintings.

One canvas.

There are certain things I love.

Certain things I can wait for.

This is one of them.

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

  

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