How many times I’ve been standing here, quietly in awe of these giants carved by the elements. They speak to me, on levels body understands, but brain is left utterly behind.
It’s the language of home. Of Being. Of here, I am. Of motion. Of still. Of simplicity. Of knowing… something.
It’s a meeting point that doesn’t need a point.
I am not sure why this particular image spoke to me today. In black and white and in colours. But loudly it spoke and share I must. Such is the way with art. It has a mission wider than me and I don’t always get to understand the information. Until later. Or not at all.
“There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.”
Leonard Cohen
I stand
My face towards the sun
A smile emerging
I step
I am
I stand
Anew
~
There is simplicity to be revealed in letting go. There is breath. There is listening. There is allowing. There is the currents of life carrying you to what is not yet known. There is a met in the simplicity of being. There is rest. There is trembling. There is fear. There is grief. There is darkness. There is light.
And there is free.
Most here will know my love for the natural world and animals. From where the inspiration for my photography art springs. But you might not know the depth of my feelings for, in particularly, horses. My best friend was a horse in my young teens. Rarely a day goes by
Mullaghmore; a reflection of our inner natural state of being.
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
I’ve watched the moon rising and setting over the Burren this weekend leading up to the equinox; winter has completed its cycle and the sound and scents of spring are in the air. However, this full moon setting over the Burren is from 17 January 2022 while we were still
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.
Early morning mist in the Burren. Taken a while back, in the winter months. I was driving on my way to somewhere. I probably ended up being late. But I had to stop. As I often do. This time because of a field of raindrops glittering in the morning
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 ~
Hanne T. Fisker Photography Art 