Today an older poem resurfaced for my inner eye along with the photograph from Big Sur. Two paths joining up, along with hundreds of other paths. Doing what they always have done and will continue to do; being one path leading home. Inner as well as outer.
Trees. Beautiful quiet presences. Shy canopies sharing harmoniously and generously the space with all life; a resting and a nesting place for migrating and overwintering birds alike, fresh air to breathe, shade on a hot summer’s day and timeless whispers of winds….
I am attracted to imperfect and unpolished photography. Photography with some grit and grain. A bit raw, a bit solitary. Photography as stillpoints in the eye of a turbulent world. Sometimes quite abstract and sometimes like this next series of photographs, with a grungy touch to them. Sometimes this style makes my photography being referred to as paintings. I kind of like that too. My camera simultaneously the lens and the paintbrush with which I capture the world as I see it….
I am touring Australia for almost two months with a good friend; the Irish musician Luka Bloom. It’s his 13th tour Down Under. It’s a rare treat to be part of it. For full concert info check out http://www.lukabloom.com My instrument is a camera, the music is within the
Flower of ice Melting at dawn Reborn in the night A timeless mystery Of death and life ~
“A photograph is a song. The photographer’s voice is in her eye. Sometimes Hanne’s eye casts a soft light in darker places, and other times the light is blinding. Hanne’s photographs remind me how great it is, to be alive. They are pure poetry, with no need for words. And
Hanne T. Fisker Photography Art 