Early morning mist in the Burren. Taken a while back, in the winter months. I was driving on my way to somewhere. I probably ended up being late. But I had to stop. As I often do. This time because of a field of raindrops glittering in the morning
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 ~
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
I hiked to the top, on my way back down I turned around and this sight met my eyes… December moon rising over Black Head, The Burren, Co. Clare, Ireland.
The last photographs from a mesmerising day surrounded by these wild goats of the Burren and in particular this male intrigued and impressed me and still does as I look at the photographs now. Such presence, such strong expressions…
Captivated by the stare of the wild goats of the Burren. Revealing nothing whilst staying calm, curious and cool.
If there’s one thing I love as much as capturing wild seascapes it is to look into the eyes of animals, tame or wild and see if I can capture a little snippet of their nature and animal spirit through my lens… I met this herd of wild goats on
Hanne T. Fisker Photography Art 