2016, 14 days, 2000 Kms. 2019, 14 days, another 2000 Kms. 2021, 16 days, and I lost track of the mileage.
Peat Bog, Connemara
St. Declan’s, Ardmore. My grandfather’s home town.
"Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all." Emily Dickinson. This album is dedicated to my mother, June, who introduced me to birding.
It wasn’t until long after I was finished with this photo that I noticed the word “PEACE” painted above the doors
Other recent pieces created from images new and old.
Woods Hole, MA
Black and white is a challenge for me. There is something about the format that is very unforgiving. I believe it is much more difficult than working with color. And like the more difficult yoga poses, I don't do them as often as I should. I have included some recent works here. I hope there will be more soon.
Taken in the Ballroom at Georgian Court University.
Dragonflies are incredible creatures - a combination of armored tank and lace and daydreams. Adults on the wing only live for days or weeks. I took about 500 photos of this one, recently deceased of natural causes.
These photos were taken in 2012 using a DSLR camera with off-camera flash and colored filter papers over the flash to produce the different hues. The smoke is from an incense stick. The photos with a white background are the only ones digitally altered, by switching to the negative mode in Photoshop.
