“Just a sandy wind-swept island!” What more would you have it be, With a turquoise sky above it, Around it a sapphire sea? A low grey sky, a purple moor, A sullen surf, a beaten shore, A glint of gold at the far sea-line, A glimpse of heaven – your hand in mine. ~ Mary...
The music was always there in my head. Even when taking the pictures, in the wilds of Connemara last summer, I knew this was the song. Play it loud and don’t be afraid to let out the odd whoop or two – It kind of has that effect on one – it brings to mind...
When it comes to this boy words either fail me…or there are too many! He never features as much as his sister in the photography department. He never allows it. Until this summer. Something in him just opened up, chilled out, steadied…I don’t know…but the outcome led to some truly rewarding shots. He’s a straight...
OK – so the parents of these two little ladies are possibly the most well informed music heads I know – they seriously know their ‘toons! So I trawled through my own music library, picked the brains of friendly music officionados and musically left no stone unturned. Still nothing seemed…right. Songs were too short, too...
May has to be one of my favourite months. Everything is flourishing in crazy abundance and the promise of three more months of long days and no school is too good to keep the smile from one’s face. This time last year, almost to the day, the weather took a turn for the best. So...
