Tag: photography

Grunge – Robin; “*The Wind Bloweth Where It Listeth” (I)

February 12, 2021

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….

Winter (IV)

February 5, 2021

Snow in the Burren is as beautiful as it is rare.

Winter (III)

February 4, 2021

Morning light and long shadows…

Winter (II)

February 2, 2021

The rain is back, but the memory of snow lingers.

Winter (I)

January 30, 2021

Snow in the Burren.

My Friend the Winged One – Home

October 29, 2020

When I am in the presence of the robin, I simply am. Without the ‘I’. That’s it. That’s enough. Although we are so obviously very dissimilar, there is this notion that ultimately we are of the same. Only expressed differently. Home is same. I see the blue marble without borders or countries when I look into its dark eyes. I sense the unfathomable mystery behind our very existence. And that truly is home.

My Friend The Winged One – Flutter Of Wings

October 28, 2020

I’ve never been able to capture my friend the winged one in flight, however I still enjoy the feeling of this photograph, from one of the first days it flew towards me, leaving the safe shelter of the bush and branches and landed on my camera.

My Friend The Winged One – photobombing

October 25, 2020

If there’s one thing I’ve rarely been attracted to photographing, it is flowers. With the exception of sunflowers. And dandelions at their last grasp of the familiar world, the only world they have known, before the winds pull the seeds from their place of origin and carry them to unknown

My Friend The Winged One – The Gift Of Trust

October 21, 2020

So this is how you clean your feathers and bath in the rays of the early summer’s sun. I hadn’t known this friendly winged one for long before it displayed the utmost trust by making itself entirely vulnerable in my presence by splaying itself on the ground like this, trusting

My Friend The Winged One – After Its First Storm

October 20, 2020

It had stopped raining. The summer storm had settled too. And my little young friend the winged one with the big courageous heart flies over and says hello before settling on a branch, all buffed up and starts twittering without catching its breath between each note, telling me all about

My friend the winged one

October 19, 2020

Winter went, spring happened, a whole lot of other things happened, and then June arrived and in the midst of it all, this beautiful little curious winged one all of a sudden sat on a branch next to me, still with its guardian parent looking after its safety and therefore

Music, Magic and Mistbows In The Burren

May 24, 2020

NEW ANNOUNCEMENT!! Gig below postponed due to technical issues. Stay tuned! Dear everyone, tonight Sunday 24th May @ 7pm Irish time my dear friend, the musician Luka Bloom, has a treat for you; ““Luka Bloom Live In The Burren” A timeless moment of tunes and stories in a unique

We Are (III)

April 5, 2020

We Are (II)

March 27, 2020

We Are (I)

March 26, 2020

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)

January 4, 2020

Gratitude (III) For What Was For What Is For What Lies Ahead For Finding a Way When There Seemingly is None ~

Gratitude (II)

December 22, 2019

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 ~