The sky is impossible to ignore. Here in rural Ireland we are mesmerised by it. Approaching weather systems come up from the Atlantic south west and we peer into the distance for information, comfort and possible impending doom. When I began to share my photography on line through the blog and on social media, it . . .
The butterflies make a come back
Thank you all for the supportive comments and thoughts you shared on the decline of butterflies and insects here. Out of the blue they are making a bit of a come back! The butterfly bush is in the latter part of it's flowering season yet this is the first dancing butterflies show of the summer. I mentioned our "loose garden" . . .
Learning lessons in street photography
Promenade Festival, Tramore Train station, London Pride Parade, Vienna Two young Vikings, Waterford Woman posing, Vienna Familiar sight everywhere More often to be found sneaking up on . . .
Golden photography
Sometimes you just snap what you can, following your photography path and documenting each step. On other days you fall into a flow, visualising the image before you even see it, lost in a reverie and yet connected to every fibre of the present. You anticipate certain factors that add up to . . .
Dark angels #Pilgrimage ~June
Like my own Grandmother in mourning for her mother since 1953, each one is wearing black. They peer from a chair in their doorways during the day but in the early morning or late at night they come out of their cosy seclusion. While the men are down in the bars drinking coffee, they take a chair out onto the street . . .
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 . . .
A bouquet of roses in the tulip garden
Champagne is being served in the tulip garden. Just before the happy couple make an appearance they pause for a moment at the door. He holds the bouquet of roses while she takes an elegant swig from a glass. The dress is smoothed, he gives her the flowers, she takes her courage in her hands and then they descend the steps. I . . .
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 . . .
Every hop, nibble and silvery whisker
Sometimes they sit staring into space or take small naps in mid-nibble. As the sun goes down one cuddles up to a rock, settles down and I am left wondering who will survive the stoats and the foxes tonight? I know now from my lens that rabbits have completely individual faces. Some are braver than others and they seem to . . .
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 . . .
