Tag: Wild Atlantic Way

Winter Storm (IV)

Winter Storm (III)

Winter Storm (II)

Winter Storm (I)

Spirits of the Land and Sea (II)

Spirits of the Land and Sea (I)

Abstraction of Light (XV)

Abstraction of Light (XIV)

Abstraction of Light (XIII)

  Stillness in the storm Sea spray resting on my lens The dance of lightness ~

Abstraction of Light (XII)

Abstraction of Light (XI)

  Abstraction of light A slight change in perspective Dizzying at first ~

Abstraction of Light (X)

Abstraction of Light (IX)

Abstraction of Light (VIII)

  I’m working on this little series of “Abstraction of Light” from a day in the storm at the edge of the emerald isle in Co. Clare. Somehow wordpress decided to show only one maybe two from the series in the Reader. If you should wish to see the previous

Abstraction of Light (VII)

  When the sky is gloomy And tears fall heavy I wipe them not away Through my blurred lens I see a stubborn beauty Still stands its ground I see the abstraction of light Still dances to its own mystical rhythm And I see the wild of a horse’s spirit

Abstraction of Light (VI)

Abstraction of Light (V)

  Abstraction of Light Love; a force to be reckoned Peace the only way ~

Abstraction of Light (IV)

Abstraction of Light (III)

Abstraction of Light (II)

Eradiating

  Those of you who’ve seen my previous little series on a sunset in black and white called “A Day Gone By I-III” and “What Simply Is” this is the light from the very same sunset reflected back from the cliffs…

Smiling Back at the Sun

  There are days The Atlantic waves Are crashing wild and tall Against the naked limestone wall Regardless of the force It doesn’t change its absence of course Remaining solid and still Revealing stealth beyond will On the surface the cliff reflects An apparent reality, superior and complex And yet,

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