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Tag: the Burren

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Burren Path

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.

Connected Simplicity

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….

Moonset Over The Burren

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

Winter Tales From Behind The Lens

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.

‘Out of the blue’ on vinyl

My work on vinyl… not bad, eh?!

A Rare Burren Resident – Red Squirrel (IV)

The last wintry image in the series of this little beautiful red Burren whirlwind.

A Rare Burren Resident – Red Squirrel (III)

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 Rare Burren Resident – Red Squirrel (II)

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 Rare Burren Resident – Red Squirrel (I)

A red squirrel in the Burren.
I am told it’s a rare sign.

Grunge – Robin (V)

The robin always has something to say and it is always worth taking the time to listen.

Grunge – Goldfinch (IV)

Grunge – Robin & Goldfinch (III)

Grunge – Robin & Goldfinch.

Grunge – Robin (II)

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.

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

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….

The Image Of A New Album By Luka Bloom – ‘out of the blue’

The image of Luka Blooms new album ‘out of the blue’.
I’m honoured to have my photograph as the cover of his new album.

Winter (IV)

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

Winter (III)

Morning light and long shadows…

Winter (II)

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

Winter (I)

Snow in the Burren.

My Friend the Winged One – Home

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

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

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

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