What is the dominant colour in your life? What is the light like? In my neck of the woods in rural Ireland, life is lived in green; 40 shades of it. It soothes in summer, bursts forth in Spring and any little shred of it is welcomed during winter. The skies are dramatic and varied. Weather passes at an alarming rate. We get every kind, . . .
When you get to the top #Pilgrimage~ May
When you finally get to the top of the mule trails everything opens up below; the town of Kardamili, the church at the edge of the cliff, the layers of blue mountains behind. Land, sea and sky wrap around you. The scent of sage is the memory that will linger. That and the silent Greek wilderness. . . .
Wildflower walking in Greece #Pilgrimage ~ May
It's proving a challenge to capture the colours, shapes, and sheer abundance of the wildflower meadows and olive groves here; the scents underfoot, the way the breeze rustles the seeding grasses, the buzzing of bees. The sheer number and variety of flowers and plants self seeding and thriving everywhere. At times as . . .
In the mountain village
As I sit here in the wifi bar I am struggling to settle on a blogpost for ye. Time is short and the charge on this device is poor. Having one foot in the global melting pot of the internet and another in the sleepy seaside village world is something I could live with indefinitely though, wifi or not! I've . . .
If Ireland is green then Greece is blue
If Ireland is green then Greece is blue. All kinds of blue, even kinds I wasn't expecting........... It starts when you turn south from Corinth. The legs of the layered peninsulas each stretch out into the Mediterranean exactly like the feet of our little bear of an island, around Kerry. The mountains seem bluer . . .
Finding portals
Are you drawn to windows, portals, arches, and alleyways? I am and wonder if it's the quality of light filtering through or if it's the promise of something? Looking for how light is reflected, how the sun sets in the glass, what other images are captured there by the window lenses. It is an escape into a visual fantasy . . .
Seeking light in Rome #Pilgrimage~ April
I skip the Pope's house this time. I am always cautious not to disrespect another's idea of beauty or religion, all I know is that I would never find light there. In the midst of droves of pilgrims making their way to the Basillica of St. Peter's I am as usual walking in the opposite direction, towards the pagan . . .
Selfies from 1979
New York 1979 Most days after work during that damp hot July, I would spend a dollar and take the Staten Island Ferry from Manhattan just to feel a cool breeze. Sometimes I go over and back a few times and watch the familiar skyline come in and out of focus until the sun sets beyond the Statue of Liberty. By day I am . . .
Summer Bay
If Ireland is green then Australia must be blue. It's Autumn but the sun is bright and the air is as balmy as one of our best summer days.She left Ireland 30 years ago to go and live down under. She described her choice as the only option left to an . . .
Architecture, build it and they’ll come
In another dream life I live in the big smoke. Which city? Well any of them to be honest, but at the moment it's London. I wander around from theatre to cafe and from river to park, I write, I snap, I breathe. In any city it takes time to adjust to the . . .
