I've been watching small birds feeding on the table outside my window. Cautious at first, nervously swooping in and out. They pause and rest, for seconds at a time, and then they are on edge again, perching precariously. In the midst of them I found myself wobbling too and wondering what planet I was on when I decided . . .
Digital Biscuit and telling stories through film
Behind the scenes: Dry Christmas 2013 Evin on the set: Dry Christmas 2013 Last week I was invited to Digital Biscuit by the Screen Directors Guild but as I couldn't attend and probably wouldn't understand half of it, I asked Evin O' Neill who is shooting a project on the lane, to . . .
Still drawn to the evening sky
Having posted photographs on line for almost 3 years I've learned a thing or two about what people enjoy and at the top of that list would be sunrise and sunset snaps. In our house, and I suspect all over the planet, a golden sunset is still a magical yet unfathomable sight. Because my windows catch the south . . .
Growing up and growing old
They were born here on the lake last spring. Swans often don't survive that first year, foxes or mink take the young eventually. These two are about 9 months old, hiding amongst the reeds, tall and strong. My own chicks have been here for a few weeks. All six footers with beards and long legs, they are . . .
Longing for your own hearth…..#Pilgrimage ~January
Hardly a day passes that I don't appreciate living in a safe place, having a roof over my head and desk of my own to work at. Corner of a bedroom, back wall of a sitting room, attic in the middle of unopened boxes, it's never been easy to find that elusive perfect perch. So typically I try to fit in flexibly and quietly wherever I can. As . . .
Sentinels
There are times, when in the stillness, we stand like sentinals on what is left of our tangled wilderness...... . . .
Hurtling towards our future at 1670 kilometres per hour
Myself and the neighbours sky watch and throw our wishes for light into every short encounter. From "there's a stretch in the evenings" to "as long as it's bright" we are guilty of the most repetitive weather conversations that can be had. From the top of the hill you can see the sea. In ten minutes on a dark . . .
Setting out….#Pilgrimage
At the beginning of this Pilgrimage into 2014 it's all about setting out. With January as the starting point and 12 staging posts along the way, we put one foot in front of another and we are off! While it's just another year in many ways, the older I get the more 365 spins around the sun feels like a small handful of . . .
A word for 2014…..#Pilgrimage
Ever since I began to toy with the word Pilgrimage (journey to a sacred place), as my word for 2014, I've been having the sweetest dreams. Walking between the villages of the Cinque Terre in North West Italy linked by a cliff path. Re-visiting a cottage in Donegal, where we once drank wine and danced wildly into the New Year. Moving . . .
Easing softly into the frosty morning
On days like this I open the curtains slowly so as not to startle the neighbours. Sure enough, when I do, there are five rabbits frolicking in the early morning frost just a few steps away. A good start to Christmas morning, when I often remember the giddy excitement of my childhood. Today the magic is in this moment, in the simple . . .
