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.
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.
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
I am looking at this beautiful natural balancing act that played out in front of me one day in late June. I am grateful I can look at it again and then again this crispy cold October day…
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
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
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
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
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 ~
A closer look… (see previous blogpost)
Sometimes all it takes is a song (and a camera)… and deep friendships. “Ah, the travels of songs. I love how some songs seem to grow mystical wings and find themselves landing in exotic places……….like Denmark. Fertile Rock comes from 1992, during a time when people gathered to protect a