Ireland, part 1

In a first for me, I’ve decided to publish entries from my travel journal on Mulberry Street. To round out the witty and insightful text, I’ll include some of my own illustrations from the journal as well as a few examples of stunning photography.

Here’s the cover page from the Ireland section of the journal. Overall I was pleased with the aesthetics of the page, though in retrospect I wouldn’t have placed the ship so close to Fungie the dolphin (about whom you will read in future posts). Also, I really didn’t need to draw the big lake in Northern Ireland. It seems to be just a strange, off-centered circle around the word Belfast. You can see that I went with my med school buddy DavidO and our literarily present companion Rick Steves.


A pictorial calendar of the trip follows. I ran out of ink in my regular ball-point pen, so later posts (and later details added to the calendar) are in the gel-ink pen. Things to notice on this page are that even though I’ve lived in Texas for 27 years (!), I still cannot draw the state. And my American Airlines eagle is fatter than the original. The car you see drawn in the calendar is our rented Mitsubishi Colt, affectionately known as “The Colt.”


And in one of my more fanciful bird’s-eye views (note abstract art-deco sun and sea monster), I detailed my path to LaGuardia and the plane’s trip over the northern edge of Manhattan.


I know what you’re thinking. “Wow, if you were sitting on the left side of the plane, you’d really get some good views of the island!” That’s right. Don’t think that fact escaped me. I always try to sit on the left side of the plane both going to and leaving from LaGuardia, for views such as these. And for you, dear Reader. For you. And now, the journal…
“We’re now in the air. As can be seen from my diagram, the flight path took us over the Bronx. As I sat in my seat when first boarding, I was disappointed to be on the right side of the plane–the photo I’d given to William and Katherine [as a going away gift from New York] had been taken from the left side of a plane en route from LaGuardia to Minnesota. ‘Excuse me….excuse me!’ a voice broke into my daydreams. ‘I think you’re in my seat.’ Sure enough, I’d inadvertently sat in seat 12F rather than 12A.
“My new window seat afforded some amazing views of Manhattan–magically lit in the late afternoon sun, its rivers and the reservoir glittering in the light, its buildings rising between shadow-shrouded canyons.
“The George Washington Bridge arched gracefully in its mile-span across the Hudson River…
“…the little green dome of Fort Tryon Park rose gently in far north Manhattan…
“…and the spires of Midtown and the Financial District added contour, like push pins mimicking a relief below. Here was a city at rest; here was my home.”

So there is entry number 1. Just for fun, here‘s another series of aerial shots of Manhattan. Worth a quick look.

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One response to “Ireland, part 1

  1. Jonathan

    Sorry about the spacing. This is one of the most frustrating things about blogspot. Whenever photos are added to posts, the formatting becomes erratic and difficult to correct.

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