the view from her room
the scale of the place defies comprehension but imagine for one minute living in that house and opening the curtains to this
the mist had been pooling either side before breaking the tree line and filling the valley
as the sun rose over the mountains we ran down the slopes to force the light back below the peak
trees come down
the day after the fire the winds slackened and the valleys filled with smoke
even high above the tree line the burnt woody smell was intense, lingering on clothes as we drove north
the start of rush hour from Ponte dell'Accademia
if perspective matters to you then Venice will wrap you in knots - nothing is straight
you're on a mountain, you see a mountain on fire - what's your first thought? Is it to get the hell out or is it to get the shot?
a pin-light bent
Wedged into a tiny alcove, halfway down a cliff, pressed against the rock behind me and trapped in place by the tripod leg balanced horizontallly in front of me. Not how I would usually start my Friday evenings but it seemed fitting on this occasion.
Waters of March
You think I'd learn but no, once again sat on a rock emptying water from my boots.
A brief aside..
So I knew they existed technically but it's one of those things that you don't necessarily expect to stumble across.
Quick handheld grab.
seen from Sherkin Island, the village takes on the appearance of a thriving metropolis lit by a sodium glow
hall of mirrors
the stillness offered respite from two days of being battered by high wind
Half Light II (No Celebration)
So I'll 'fess up, I was (and remain) unsure about that last image - the colour contrast left to right just makes it feel a little too imbalanced for me. I thought I'd throw it out there all the same and am doing the same with this.
Half Light I
king of a lonely castle
cape clear island
Conditions over the 4 days had at times been... let's just call them challenging.
Rohan offered to show us another location after breakfast. Hell, why not - it had stopped rainining and it was on the way home anyway.
imitation of christ
North Wall, Dublin
black wave / bad vibrations
I don't spook easily and I don't suffer from vertigo. Standing on the edge of this cliff was an exception to that rule.
I don't think a single image conveys the sheer force generated as a wall of water hits a cliff face and the associated feeling of fragility and mortality. But this is all I have.
There's something about standing on frozen water. The brittle crack of the ice on the shore as you step onto it; the solidity of the thicker ice; the unanswered question of what lies beneath.
I know - it's the same mountain as the last shot. This one presents an altogether different side to that solid and wonderfully shaped chunk of rock.
the mountain will fall
We practically ran out of the restaurant, the taste of fermented shark still lingering. In minutes we were sat in a foot of snow, wondering what the hell just happened as we put on crampons.
The occasional sound of rippling water turned out to be a seal (two seals? three?) grabbing dinner as the tide came in. I'm not sure who surprised who the most but in my defence, I was there first.
the ice beach - one of those boot filling shots