As a scrapbooker, cropping my photos comes naturally to me. “Cropping” is actually a frequently used slang term for the act of scrapbooking, as in “I spent my Saturday at a crop,” meaning a get-together for scrapbooking (not possible right now ☹).
I edit nearly all my photos, either simply with Google Photos or with Forever Historian, a photo editing software intended for scrapbookers. When you have limited space in a scrapbook, cropping helps you focus on essentials for the sake of aesthetics, as well as fit more photos on a page.
On our trip to Europe, we took a lot of bus tours, which don’t give you a lot of time to frame the perfect shot. Luckily, that’s where cropping comes in!
Typical bus photo.
A perfectly decent photo of the Vatican.
This one goes from a typical “yeah, I took this out a bus window” photo to a perfectly decent shot St. Peter’s Basilica. I personally think square photos are underrated and use them a lot.
On Skellig Michael in Ireland, sometime the cliffs made it impossible to get exactly the shot I would have liked, and I had an older camera with me because I didn’t want to chance my phone getting wet on the boat ride. I have cropped nearly every picture I took there.
The original vertical.
Cropped to horizontal.
This one even went from vertical to horizontal. I was able to get rid of some unnecessary rocks and waves and zoom in on the adorable puffins. It may also have been a better fit for the layout of my scrapbooking page. I probably could have cropped even further to focus on just one or two puffins, but I had to consider the resolution of the photo, too.
I am not a morning person. I like to take it slow when I wake up and ease my way into the day. Note that my current situation of having a toddler does not allow for this.
My ideal morning view: breakfast with the cows in Ireland.
I am also not a breakfast person. I dutifully tried the full Irish breakfast in Dublin, but once was quite enough. It was not something I could do every day.
Full Irish breakfast
On the other hand, the glorious tea service available at every meal was something I could definitely get used to! I don’t drink much coffee, but I do love my tea, and having my own pot with milk and sugar right there was amazing. I got quite spoiled in Ireland. At home, I tend to prefer vanilla chai.
I will refrain from posting pictures of every wonderful breakfast I had in Ireland (I swear I don’t usually take pictures of my food), but this one was much more my style. And the view was perfect, too.
In Connemara, Ireland, peat is still a fairly common fuel source. These bricks have been cut from the ground and left to dry out. Sometimes we saw them in neat little pyramids or piles, but I rather liked the chaos of this cluster.
The ruins of Ballycarbery castle in Cahersiveen, Ireland show how nature and time can turn even neat stacks of stones in wilderness.
When you think of Ireland, you might immediately think of the color green, but actually it is a country of many colors.
Dublin especially is very colorful in its architecture, plus there are flowers everywhere. I have never seen more window baskets! Someone had even added fresh flowers to the haunting statues at the Famine Memorial.
Red pops up everywhere, especially on doors.
I was also surprised by the food! It’s not just pub food (though that was good, too). We had a lot of fresh meat and fish, fresh vegetables, even curry and tapas in Dublin. And everything had such beautiful presentation! I don’t normally take pictures of my food, but I did it all the time in Ireland!