Somewhere over Dublin.
jc.dwyer | writer. photographer. human.
I chase the light with my camera hoping to catch it without interfering as it touches what it was meant to.
I write about the small moments of our lives. The crumbs that remain after the feast is over.
Sweet specs of earnestness, savory remnants of hope, and bittersweet bits of vulnerability and loss, documented before they can be swept off the table, lost forever to the dusty floor.
Melding my writer's eye with the image, I explore the concept further and see how two halves could better tell the whole story.
A native of Massachusetts, who grew up everywhere else. Resettled in New England, where I was always meant to be.