Gratitude (I)
Gratitude For the Sun and the Clouds For the Grey and the Green For Silences and Sounds For Spaces and Spaces in Between ~

Gratitude For the Sun and the Clouds For the Grey and the Green For Silences and Sounds For Spaces and Spaces in Between ~
There are two ways to tell winter has arrived, besides the cold winds. The size of the waves and that I have returned to the edge between land and sea of Co. Clare with my camera. It’s been a long time coming. A bit rusty but oh the joy…!
In a new place With a new a scenery. Maybe, Just maybe Embarking on something That could be a new life. I’m not so sure. Was I ever? ~ (first shot with a new little Leica friend)
Sometimes all it takes is a song (and a camera)… and deep friendships. “Ah, the travels of songs. I love how some songs seem to grow mystical wings and find themselves landing in exotic places……….like Denmark. Fertile Rock comes from 1992, during a time when people gathered to protect a
As the daylight of the first day of 2018 slowly fades, a full moon rises and with it, dreams of the next Beginning travels gently on subtle moonbeams deep into the night. Happy New Year!
I hiked to the top, on my way back down I turned around and this sight met my eyes… December moon rising over Black Head, The Burren, Co. Clare, Ireland.
The last photographs from a mesmerising day surrounded by these wild goats of the Burren and in particular this male intrigued and impressed me and still does as I look at the photographs now. Such presence, such strong expressions…
Captivated by the stare of the wild goats of the Burren. Revealing nothing whilst staying calm, curious and cool.
If there’s one thing I love as much as capturing wild seascapes it is to look into the eyes of animals, tame or wild and see if I can capture a little snippet of their nature and animal spirit through my lens… I met this herd of wild goats on
“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