When the Sea Reaches for the Clouds (II)
December 9, 2015
Cliffs & Seaspray
When the Sea Reaches for the Clouds (I)
December 9, 2015
Winter Storm (IX)
December 9, 2015
Winter Storm (VIII)
December 7, 2015
Not an easy task to keep the lens dry and get a clear shot in the whirling rain and sea spray from the wild waves crashing in, whilst the wind is battering around a body that’s trying to hold the camera still. I obviously didn’t succeed and yet these
Winter Storm (VII)
December 7, 2015
In solitude I walk Yet never alone Storm merging with an inner source Rain swirls in my veins Roaring waves; warrior’s cry Explosion of the sea Connecting with barren walls Tension creating portals To a still space between the stars The moon tattooed on my soul An invisible birthmark
Winter Storm (VI)
December 5, 2015
Winter Storm (V)
December 4, 2015
Winter Storm (IV)
December 4, 2015
Winter Storm (III)
December 4, 2015
Winter Storm (II)
December 4, 2015
Winter Storm (I)
December 4, 2015
Spirits of the Land and Sea (II)
November 20, 2015
Spirits of the Land and Sea (I)
November 20, 2015
Abstraction of Light (XV)
November 20, 2015
Abstraction of Light (XIV)
November 20, 2015
Abstraction of Light (XIII)
November 19, 2015
Stillness in the storm Sea spray resting on my lens The dance of lightness ~
Abstraction of Light (XII)
November 19, 2015
Abstraction of Light (XI)
November 19, 2015
Abstraction of light A slight change in perspective Dizzying at first ~
Abstraction of Light (X)
November 17, 2015
Abstraction of Light (IX)
November 17, 2015
Abstraction of Light (VIII)
November 16, 2015
I’m working on this little series of “Abstraction of Light” from a day in the storm at the edge of the emerald isle in Co. Clare. Somehow wordpress decided to show only one maybe two from the series in the Reader. If you should wish to see the previous
Abstraction of Light (VII)
November 15, 2015
When the sky is gloomy And tears fall heavy I wipe them not away Through my blurred lens I see a stubborn beauty Still stands its ground I see the abstraction of light Still dances to its own mystical rhythm And I see the wild of a horse’s spirit
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