“Ah, Sure”
A closer look… (see previous blogpost)

The Curlew has become a rare sight in Ireland. Birdwatch Ireland calls for our help. They believe only a few hundred pairs are left in the country. It was my first time to see them. I was fortunate to have a few of them visiting for a little week.
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
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