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.
“How I go to the woods Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a singlefriend, for they are all smilers and talkers and thereforeunsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirdsor hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way ofpraying, as you
My new work had its first exposure to the public this past weekend at the Christmas Market in the Courthouse Gallery, Ennistymon. The reception was very moving. The encouraging words, the lovely conversations moving in many directions and the purchases people have made, watching not only my newest framed work but also older pieces and eco-friendly cards/small images to frame finding their way to people’s heart and into their homes. It is truly a blessing after many months of work and before that years of dreaming and planning gathering momentum and leading up to the moment where I had enough courage to take the leap (and growing my wings as I fall) into giving my photography art my full time and attention, no longer just a sidenote. A meaningful sidenote it was, nevertheless still just a sidenote.
Last time I posted was in May. Spring did arrive and so did the call of the outdoors. Now the leaves are letting go and the colours are turning orange and brown. The fire is lit and so are the candles. Equally the inner creative chamber has lit up and
For all of you who have followed my love for photography over the years, who have encouraged me over and over again and who have seen how my work has developed since many moons ago, I am thrilled to announce that my photography now will be available to purchase and
It is officially spring now, however the air still has a frosty bite to it, the scent of winter lingering… It won’t be long though, before it loosens its grip entirely. This winter’s day portrayed in this photograph, is one of the most memorable days of winter for me. And
Gratitude (III) For What Was For What Is For What Lies Ahead For Finding a Way When There Seemingly is None ~
Gratitude For Whispers from Trees and Limestone Rocks For Wide Horizons and Unexplored Paths For Perseverance and Fluidity For Winter’s Womb and Summer’s Light ~
Gratitude For the Sun and the Clouds For the Grey and the Green For Silences and Sounds For Spaces and Spaces in Between ~
A closer look… (see previous blogpost)
I’ve been encouraged by Luka Bloom to join in with singers, poets and artists alike to create in their own unique expression a piece of art in solidarity for the homeless and in support of the campaign being initiated by the newly created National Homeless and Housing Coalition