Cliffs & Seaspray
Abstraction of Light (V)
Abstraction of Light Love; a force to be reckoned Peace the only way ~
Abstraction of Light (IV)
Abstraction of Light (III)
Abstraction of Light (II)
Abstraction of Light (I)
Eradiating
Those of you who’ve seen my previous little series on a sunset in black and white called “A Day Gone By I-III” and “What Simply Is” this is the light from the very same sunset reflected back from the cliffs…
Smiling Back at the Sun
There are days The Atlantic waves Are crashing wild and tall Against the naked limestone wall Regardless of the force It doesn’t change its absence of course Remaining solid and still Revealing stealth beyond will On the surface the cliff reflects An apparent reality, superior and complex And yet,
I Am the Sea (I)
The forces of nature Untamed and free Running through my veins I am the Sea ~ I have uploaded this before in colors, here’s a version in black and white for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Forces of Nature
In the Eye of the Storm / Wildflower
This photograph is what made me look at my photography with new and different eyes. The forces of nature is a constant inspiration to me and I owe a lot to this image. The day I captured it is branded in my mind as well as the breath I
When the Clouds Part
A Surge Within
Elemental
Silent Presences Linger
Silent presences linger In a white veil of spray Carrying many a tale untold Of a far away yesterday Time passes Much is no more Although a mark remains Deep in the hearts core Words written A last black trace Of moments lived Of new moments to face The
Epiphany
Epiphany A liberating moment Of sane insanity No finer reward In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Reward
Who Am I Then?
When I stand On the edge Of the barren cliffs When my eyes Reflects the wild Of the roaring sea When I touch The quiet grace Of a mystical rainbow When I listen To the harmonies Of the howling wind When I disappear Into the spiralling Mist of sea-spray
Photography Exhibition!
I’ve been absent here for quite a while, due to preparing my first photography exhibition ever! Prints are done and ready to be signed and then framed for the Doolin Writers Weekend 27th – 29th of March 2015 (which I am also helping organising) Progress indeed!! Scary shit. And
A River Always Finds a Way
A river always finds a way Under starry nights, through the light of day It will bend and redirect its course Running free and untamed like a wild horse Turning into a quiet mountain stream Only to disappear underground, a distant dream Resurfacing as a thundery waterfall Persistently following
On Top of Change
Little do I know I am soon no more to roam Change is at hand So very close To where I stand An emerald land where myths are alive Where even a wandering soul Can live and thrive Little do I know I am to call it home Or perhaps,
