I live in Ireland, in an extended cottage overlooking Waterford Estuary, privvy to constant changes of light on water, colour and movement, tides and people. I am anglo-Irish and although my initial intention was to live here for a year and a day, I am still here, a blow-in to these shores for the past fifteen years. There have been countless times when I wanted to run back to England with homesickness and relief, but for one reason or another, so far, it has not been possible. I surrender, the soul of Ireland has captured me, allowed a glimpse of the world behind the mask of everyday experiences, bringing forth a mixture of words and pictures from an ordinary everyday life, filled with ordinary everydayness that I offer as a celebration, to the creator of this truly wonderful planet.
Folding mist, blurred edge of land and sky. Roads twisting, turning, falling, rising, each curve a poem. Where are you leading me, I asked? Just keep walking came the reply. Wavelets bright as stars in a night sky flashed around a large, grey rock, grounded in shallow water. What holds you so still I … More Donegal
Through a weave of variegated ivy leaves, upon which light and shade played games with my imagination, the truncated tree presented a face of hollow cheeks and hollow eyes that questioned my beliefs. During long winter months, while rain and gales rampaged, scattering and flinging in a whirl of winter chaos, the … More Druantia
In Johnstown Castle Gardens, swans glide serenely on a lake of green algae, their nest hidden by the burst of growth along the swampy waterside. Giant Gunnera and black stemmed Chinese Bamboo plunge their roots into the sodden bank. Blush of Pink and purple Rhododendrons, Camellia and the perfumed flowers of Mock Orange Blossom. Pine … More Perfumed Trails
In an unruly, extravagant wild, weathered golden rocks crown a precious land. Bluebells burst through scrub, moss and brambles. Nests are built and slept in, oft times disturbed by approaching footsteps. The occupants rise up in startled flight, Roots stir, a greening bud opens and you are held in awe of … More A Delirium Of Wildness
It was good to stop and take a halfway moment, allowing my mind to wander into forgotten dreams, surrounding myself with thoughts of softness, kindness, strength, and the pleasure of just being here. The unfolding was encouraging, Halfway down the crumbling wooden steps, the sound of waves rolling onto sand. Halfway through January, the … More Halfway
Under a three forked tree, wind blows through the noisy caw of crows. … More Dunmore Woods
