Comments on: kenneth o halloran – life after death

By: fabiano.silva

fabiano.silva — Fri, 04 Jan 2013 23:56:29 +0000

Very well done and emotional…congratulations

By: pomara

pomara — Fri, 21 Dec 2012 01:35:50 +0000

Sweet.

By: RobertLarson

RobertLarson — Wed, 19 Dec 2012 22:18:29 +0000

I feel very calm after watching the slideshow and am suddenly in the mood to make a cup of tea and stare at the wall for a bit. This is one of the sweetest photo essays that I have seen in awhile. I love how simple the images are… with no unnecessary drama or obvious effort on the part of the photographer. This is truly something different, and much needed I think.

By: PHOTOHUMOURIST

PHOTOHUMOURIST — Tue, 18 Dec 2012 12:03:06 +0000

That was like a trip home for me. I could smell Ireland in those photos. So familiar, moist and cosy. All of it. I’ve rarely come across such an essay so steeped in essential Irishness.

- Paul.

By: Gordon Lafleur

Gordon Lafleur — Tue, 18 Dec 2012 02:16:59 +0000

Soooo love the longer edit on the website. O Halloran, you’re one of my new heroes.

By: Kyunghee Lee

Kyunghee Lee — Mon, 17 Dec 2012 14:25:54 +0000

very honest and sincere work…so beautiful and warm-heart….
Kenneth, Thank you for sharing.

By: tom hyde

tom hyde — Mon, 17 Dec 2012 02:33:55 +0000

I’m happy to see O Halloran’s work here. I’m a big fan, especially of his portraiture.

By: Cesar

Cesar — Sun, 16 Dec 2012 18:22:18 +0000

Nice pictures for a close story… Pictures with any pretensions than tell a story about a family, playing with moments and light…
Congrats!

By: Akaky

Akaky — Sun, 16 Dec 2012 18:17:53 +0000

The joke above aside, Kenneth, I think this is wonderful work. Your essay resonated deeply for me; I grew up in the Bronx when the Bronx could still call itself Ireland’s 33rd county without any sense of irony. The faces of the people in the essay are the faces I grew up with, the faces of the kids I went to school with. I can smell that soda bread baking in the oven, I can hear the voices of the old timers sitting on the stools in O’Reilly’s drinking their Guinnesses and smoking like chimneys and talking about how the family was doing back in the old country when my grandmother sent me there to fetch my grandfather home for supper. I even remember going to Gaelic Park way up in the wilds near the border with Westchester County with my uncles to see the hurling matches on the weekends and once seeing a priest playing for Longford cheap shot a cop playing for Wicklow or Wexford with his hurley when the ref wasn’t looking and then lying about it when the cop complained. I still wonder how many Pater Nosters and Ave Marias Father whatever his name was assigned himself for his penance for committing a mortal sin and then lying about it. For me, your essay was also a bit wistful; this still may be everyday reality in the west of Ireland now, but the time when it was everyday reality for the Bronx Irish has long since passed. We’ve all moved on, one way or the other. To only slightly paraphrase some smart person, the past is another country, we don’t live there anymore.

By: Paul

Paul — Sun, 16 Dec 2012 06:58:00 +0000

“Olive, selling dresses”
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/culturepicturegalleries/8881225/Taylor-Wessing-Photographic-Portrait-Prize-2011.html?image=6

Just as beautiful as this essay…

By: Frostfrog

Frostfrog — Sun, 16 Dec 2012 02:27:25 +0000

Beautiful. Quiet, superb, strong piece of work.

By: Thomas Bregulla

Thomas Bregulla — Sun, 16 Dec 2012 00:02:39 +0000

Very fine photography. I like how you capture light.
My favorites are #2, #27 and #16 in combination with #18 is heartbreaking. (good to have #17 as a cut in between)

By: Chairman

Chairman — Sat, 15 Dec 2012 22:42:02 +0000

This is beautiful. Your camera is an extension of your heart.

By: Gordon Lafleur

Gordon Lafleur — Sat, 15 Dec 2012 21:19:14 +0000

This is very beautiful and moving. I especially love the image of your dad holding the baby, and the feet in the oven. Yes, lovely, simple, gentle loving photographs. Thanks for this.

By: tonyhayesimages

tonyhayesimages — Sat, 15 Dec 2012 20:15:41 +0000

Bob Black’s first sentence says it all for me.

By: Akaky

Akaky — Sat, 15 Dec 2012 19:26:36 +0000

And then, of course, there’s this:

http://passingparade.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-flights-of-angels-sing-thee-to-thy.html

By: bob black

bob black — Sat, 15 Dec 2012 18:17:37 +0000

about Thomas Lynch:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Lynch_%28poet%29

By: bob black

bob black — Sat, 15 Dec 2012 18:16:44 +0000

just gorgeous photography…and a beautiful and, in both its simplicity (in the best sense) and its lyricism, an incredibly moving portrait of both a family, a place and the daily rituals of our current-twitch’d lives…

typically, i’d write something long, but really, i simply want to share this:

Ken: if you have a chance, you (or your Pa) might love to read the works of a wonderful American writer/poet who is also in the Funeral business: Thomas Lynch. His books are extraordinary

And Please watch this incredibly moving documentary on him and his family…i posted this at BURN 2 years ago…hard to finish it without crying…

thanks so much for sharing your beautiful work/story….

I recommend every viewer here watch this…it’s about 1 hr….

http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/undertaking/

By: Jim Powers

Jim Powers — Sat, 15 Dec 2012 18:01:09 +0000

I guess an essay about life and death cuts a pretty wide path; but, this would have been stronger if the photographer had made it more limited. Nothing wrong with the photography, though.