Fly Well Little One
The small things, becomes the big things… fly well little one.

‘Light in the Lake’
*Captured at Lough Avalla Farm Loop, Co. Clare, Ireland.
“There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.”
Leonard Cohen
The sun was hanging low over the Burren mountains, when this beautiful mare decided I was someone worth investigating. She slowly moved up towards me, taking her time, as nature does, nibbling on grass along the way, until she was so close I could scratch her neck and stroke her
Atlantic Tales, Clare Fm.
Something soothing about the low and gentle sunset light reflected in the limestone in the Burren.
Archival print in an upcycled frame of solid wood with acid free mount and artglass (non-reflective and uv protective.)
Mullaghmore; a reflection of our inner natural state of being.
When you wake up in Narnia…
At Hanne’s Cottage in the Burren, Co. Clare.
http://www.hannescottage.com
Frost on the ground and a gently coloured morning sky makes the perfect backdrop for watching the moon setting over the Burren mountains.
Unique accommodation in the Burren.
Winter light and the fire lit; I think it is my favourite time of the year. Please visit my sister site Hanne’s Cottage’s seasonal blogpost to see the full collection of winter photographs from 2022-2023. In colours. Wishing you all a gentle New Year 2023. ~
2022 was a year of giving my all and everything to my dreams. My dreams had been patient. And they hadn’t given up on me. This year their time had finally come and was expressed through my photography art and through ‘Hanne’s Cottage’, beautifully linked. (There are more dreams and
“It is a dream come true and it is a beautiful way to support another love of mine; my art and photography. Speaking of which; ‘Hanne’s Cottage’ will have my work on the walls. It will become with time like staying in a photography gallery. Everything can be purchased directly off the walls.”
Our lives are woven by paths. Many of them. Moving through life, one foot in front of the other. Sometimes the paths create quite a maze. Although some paths are straightforward others are rather mystical. Some paths are crossing one another, maybe several times or they’re seemingly doubling back on themselves yet each time it is still a new path, a new moment, even if it more feels like a two step back… Yet, it is not. There is never a going back. Not on these kind of paths, the paths of life. And death.
Trees. Beautiful quiet presences. Shy canopies sharing harmoniously and generously the space with all life; a resting and a nesting place for migrating and overwintering birds alike, fresh air to breathe, shade on a hot summer’s day and timeless whispers of winds….
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.
The last wintry image in the series of this little beautiful red Burren whirlwind.
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