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
A red squirrel in the Burren, is a rare sight. And a beautiful sight too that only brings joy. I am lucky to have this one visiting daily.
A red squirrel in the Burren.
I am told it’s a rare sign.
The robin always has something to say and it is always worth taking the time to listen.
Grunge – Robin & Goldfinch.
Grunge – Robin (II)
I spent the entire wintry day of storm Darcy window gazing, feeding the birds, breaking the ice on their water and photographing these beautiful winged creatures braving the storm and the snow. They have no other choice. Such strength in such fragile bodies. I marvel at their existence. Every single day. Observing. Listening. Learning. Unlearning.
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….