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August 14, 2007
Postcards From Nowhere: The Emerald Isle
This slideshow is composed of original images I shot in August of 2007 in Ireland. All photos were captured using a Canon EOS 20D and either a Canon EF 17-85mm f/4-5.6 IS USM lens or a Canon EF 100-400mm f/4.5-5.6L IS USM lens with a circular polarizing filter.
These images were shot in and around Dublin, Cork, Owenahincha Beach, Kenmare, the Ring of Kerry and the Iveragh Peninsula, White Strand, Caherdaniel, Valentia Island, Cahirciveen, Killarney, the Dingle Peninsula, Inch Beach, Murreagh Beach, and Limerick.
This slideshow (4:21) is a 20 Meg self-playing executable named Ireland.exe created using Imagematics StillMotion PE+. The soundtrack is Stars And Boulevards by Augustana, off of the Shrek The Third soundtrack.
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Lyrics in the exended entry.
Stars And Boulevards Lyrics
Artist(Band):Augustana
Wait dear, a white horse is walking down my street here,
Your words are creeping at my feet
I fear, sunrise will come too soon and you'll disappear
Into the haze of this city and go south...
Look out, they're coming after us with big guns,
They're only gonna tell you all the bad things I've done
Even if the words they say aren't true, they've won,
And I'm left here dyin' in the sun
Oh...seems like I'm always on my own,
Seems like I'm never coming home
Seems like I'm always on my...
All the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you...
Late nights, won't do me justice
Cause when I drink...I just get so damn depressed,
And it's...
It's not like, I ain't trying to get over you.
It's just hard to look at all the seasons, pass me over too...and i say
Oh...seems like I'm always on my own,
Seems like I'm never coming home
Seems like I'm always on my...
All the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you...
One last phone call from you, it wouldn't hurt much,
I'd just like to hear your voice and pretend to touch,
Any inch of you that hasn't said it all or read it all
Or sung my life away
And I say oh...seems like I'm always on my own,
Seems like I'm never coming home
Seems like I'm always on my...Ohhhhhhh
All the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you...
Posted by Rob Kiser on August 14, 2007 at 4:46 PM
Comments
Wonderful! Very nice travel a very nice shots! Many compliments!
Posted by: Filippo Penati on June 7, 2008 at 4:34 PM