It’s been one of those months in life. We’ve lost our beloved Basset Hound, Bobby who adopted the pseudonym the Dark Destroyer as he had a penchant to chew any object in his path. A history of such objects include leather satchels, purses, shoes – the list goes on. And as the day’s pass without him around, there’s an emptiness at home that cannot be filled and we all feel that.
The sun has shined like never before in Ireland and we missed the joy that should go with such a spell. From time to time life tries to catch you unawares and sometimes it’s challenging to pick yourself up by the bootstraps and get yourself through. I’m writing this blog just as we feel a wave is due to pick us up from the doldrums. We have so much to be happy about.
Despite this, in the past month I have managed to take a break for 1-2 hours on 3 dates photographing spring woodlands with a little video and commentary along the way that has produced 1-2 images. Given that I wasn’t quite with it – the headspace just wasn’t functioning. I wasn’t tuned in but nature always gives.
I first returned to the Birch wood in the marsh in Glendalough but sometimes you realise that you’ve got as much as you’re going to get out of it and this was one of these visits. I had planned to go to Killinthomas woods for bluebells but the van broke down and I was lucky enough to have Albert, not just a great mechanic but a talented photographer to help me out. My second trip out was above the birch grove and I ventured high up to the fir wood on the Derrybawn trail in Glendalough. Fog was not forecast but combined with rain it made for a magical albeit quite a spooky experience late one evening with not another soul (alive) in sight.
My third outing was to Clara Woods where I just couldn’t find that bluebell shot but found a small gem of an oak wood to return to.
Below are a few images from the 3 short trips – not 20 minutes from home and here is a link to the You Tube video patched together from these outings.
Until next time,
Thanks,
Jimmy
