Ah, Ireland. Land of Guinness, leprechauns, and that soul-crushing existential dread that comes with knowing the next sunny day might be six months away.
But fear not, folks! Because for one glorious afternoon, the heavens opened up, the rain gods took a nap, and I found myself bathed in the golden glow of an Irish summer sunset.
strap yourselves in, because this is where my questionable life choices come into play. You see, I'm not above a bit of theatrics, and what better way to commemorate this meteorological miracle than with a photoshoot?
But not just any photoshoot, mind you. No, this had to be a photo shoot that screamed, "I'm a brooding artist on a motorcycle, and even the Irish weather can't dampen my spirits!" So, I wrestled my friend Remi with Fujifilm GFX (because a real artist uses medium format, dammit) into its leather holster, threw on my best Marlon Brando in "The Wild One" impersonation, and marched out to meet my mechanical muse: yahamha xsr-700 that looked like it belonged in a Mad Max flick.
Let me tell you, folks, posing with a motorcycle while the wind whips your hair (I’m bold :)) into a frenzy is a lot harder than it looks. Especially when said motorcycle keeps trying to topple over like a drunken donkey. But hey, perseverance is key! And after what felt like an eternity (or at least until a gaggle of confused sheep wandered into the shot), we managed to snag a few half-decent photos.
The final product? Well, let's just say it captured the essence of Irish summer perfectly. A hint of melancholy hangs in the air, the golden light bathes the scene in an almost ethereal glow, and there I am, looking like a slightly ridiculous version of James Dean with a camera the size of a house brick.
So, there you have it, folks. A testament to the fleeting beauty of Irish sunshine, the questionable fashion choices of a photographer in a midlife crisis, and the sheer determination it takes to get a decent photo with a motorcycle. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find a therapist to unpack all this emotional baggage. But hey, at least I got some damn good photos out of it.