Might I share with you again another lovely piece of writing by Eoin.
He’s very busy at the moment feeling the pressure of his self imposed deadline to finish his book by his upcoming birthday when he turns nineteen.
I made this photograph years ago when we were living in New York City. This was a favourite spot of mine in Inwood Hill Park by the salt marsh, which filled up from the East River as it flows into the mighty Hudson just around the corner, right at the top of Manhattan and under the Hudson Bridge to the Bronx.
The bench that marked the exact centre of her existence. The first thing she can remember. Her most cherished experiences. Everything in her life converges on that one, idyllic spot by the lone tree on the bank of the timeless river.
Her first kiss was here. The boy’s name, unspoken to her from a mouth for decades now; but whispered in the gentle breeze, and passionately etched into the tree when it was young. And they were young as well.
A lifetime ago.
Her mind’s eye is constantly hiding from clarity. The memory fades with the sky as the clouds of age settle in. The water vapour is like loss and regret, and one can’t simply reach up and scatter the white to see the full picture.
But often enough, the sun is out and everything is clear. The solar light spreads visions of the past across the moving water. Life performing in front of her like a play, and it carries on and on forever.
She sits above the natural theatre and smiles. It animates just how she felt in this very spot, all those years ago.
© Eoin Treacy
I’m currently working up two versions of a possible book of this project. A small, intimate book. Perhaps with gatefolds to expand the photographs on the right with Eoin’s text on the left hand side. Or perhaps a square book where the vertical and horizontal photographs can be displayed the same size adjacent to the text.
We’ll see. I’ll report back and seek opinions.
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Thank you.