Operation Moonbeam, Ireland
Another session of the relaxation class today. Very operation moonbeam, and very useful. We had to picture a calm, white-sand beach. I of course pictured Coney Island but what can a gal do?
The class takes place at St. Finbarr's hospital in their mental health outpatient program. I brought the holga along to take some photos around the grounds of the hospital, because, frankly, if you weren't suicidal when you arrived 10 minutes at this place will take you there. I wanted to capture some of the decrepit ambience on film.
St. Finbarr's is a compound of various buildings, all falling to pieces and seemingly half-occupied. There's a giant stone fence around the grounds, and nowhere near enough parking so visitors and staff park on any piece of grass they can find, and there's not much grass! Crows float about waiting to pounce, calling out to each other. When you arrive the first thing you see is the trunk of a big, old tree surrounded by wire fencing. I don't know how long ago the tree fell down, but it's been tightly pruned and only the trunk remains. But still it's fenced. There's not one, but two old and peeling statues of the Virgin Mary... there might be more as I haven't explored it all yet.
So, it must be all this moonbeam-ness happening but everyone is smiling at me today. Even guy driving the tractor through the middle of town waved and smiled. Yay.
The class takes place at St. Finbarr's hospital in their mental health outpatient program. I brought the holga along to take some photos around the grounds of the hospital, because, frankly, if you weren't suicidal when you arrived 10 minutes at this place will take you there. I wanted to capture some of the decrepit ambience on film.
St. Finbarr's is a compound of various buildings, all falling to pieces and seemingly half-occupied. There's a giant stone fence around the grounds, and nowhere near enough parking so visitors and staff park on any piece of grass they can find, and there's not much grass! Crows float about waiting to pounce, calling out to each other. When you arrive the first thing you see is the trunk of a big, old tree surrounded by wire fencing. I don't know how long ago the tree fell down, but it's been tightly pruned and only the trunk remains. But still it's fenced. There's not one, but two old and peeling statues of the Virgin Mary... there might be more as I haven't explored it all yet.
So, it must be all this moonbeam-ness happening but everyone is smiling at me today. Even guy driving the tractor through the middle of town waved and smiled. Yay.
Labels: Cork, Ireland, St. Finbarr's
4 Comments:
Are those crows hooded or carrion? The hoodies are bicolor, the carrion look like our common crow.
We're rooting for you over here, C.
Finbarr's an excellent Nordic-y name, isn't it? Finn Finbarsson.
I think they were carrion crows. They were all black, so def. not hoodies. And they were twice the size of the little black crows that hang out in traffic trying to eat potato chips! Could they be ravens? Do ravens hang out at the madhouse? That would be too perfect... even for me!
if they had monster beaks they were jackdaws, if just very big then they might have been rooks.
Jonathan was born at St. Finbarr's and up until last year it was still one of Cork's main maternity hospitals.
Frances
O my, you have such great corvids over there. Rooks, jackdaws, crows, ravens (probably not in town though; they like mountains and the wild).
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