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…!
“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
Even the toughest of waves Reaches a point of breaking Barring a soft edge A silver streak of light Gently caught in its curve Revealing an otherworldly glow Before sinking back into Its deepest mystical nature From where it all began And will begin Again and again ~
“What we know compared to what we don’t know is like a grain of sand compared to a mountain. But what we don’t know, our unsuspected possibilities, is immense in us.” Ben Okri – “Astonishing the Gods”
The Journey One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t
Hanne T. Fisker Photography Art 