After a long and fruitful week at Anderson Ranch Arts Center in Snowmass, I rolled out of Aspen late afternoon on Friday with designs to photograph my way home, over Independence Pass and back to Summit County.
Taking full advantage of a gorgeous summer evening, I set out on my bike with my camera stowed away in my pannier “just in case.” My instincts proved true, as the evening progressed from gorgeous to downright spectacular.
Late season snowfall and a spate of cold and damp spring weather cause high country locals to engage in their annual bitch session about the weather. I take a walk through the brisk streets of Dillon and contemplate the state of weather.
A couple strolls along the shores of Lake Dillon, bundled up but no doubt enjoying a classic alpine sunset.
Its hard not to be inspired by the beauty routinely encountered along the shores of Mirror Pond. In the few weeks of my all-too-brief residence, I would routinely head down to Drake Park, with a camera, book, and notepad in my bag and wait for inspiration to strike. It never took long.
“What the hell am I doing, its freezing out here?!” Such were the negative thoughts drifting through my head as my hands went numb. But having just been injected with fresh enthusiasm for the craft, I persevered.
Today came to a premature ending, in that annual cruel joke that is Daylight Savings time. I try looking on the bright side of this imposed darkness.
Today I scratched my head for ideas. Having in recent days exhausted the obvious photo spots, I rode my bike toward campus, with the goal of stumbling upon some fall colors, with a backdrop of stately elegance. Always good to pre-visualize, no matter how outlandish. After all, the NUI Galway campus leaves much to be [...]
Dreary skies sent me indoors for today’s featured photo, exploring the nuances of Galway’s Church of St Nicholas, where I discovered this visual feast.
On a sunny Sunday in October, nothing beats a stroll through the woods. And no finer place in the West of Ireland for such a walk than Coole Park in Co Clare. A recent string of mild weather has temporarily prolonged the splash of colors in the foliage, harkening days of yore back in my home state of Michigan.
More museum relics than maritime vessels, the rotting hulls of these Claddagh boats provide an atmospheric subject for tourists’ photographs. Once was a time when about ten years ago when I was obsessed with wooden boats. I traveled up and down the coast of Ireland in search of such images (see “Water’s Edge” in featured [...]
Once again I found myself back at the sea, just in time to blast off this magical sunset photo. Such daily photo junkets to the sea have been a fabulous addition to the daily routine.
With determined stride, walkers power their way into Galway City Centre, following a popular footpath that follows the river to the sea, and the coast as far up as Blackrock in Salthill.
A steady drizzle of rain thwarted my daily sea walk. Instead I sought the shelter of Barna Woods to experience a blast of autumnal beauty, and reconnect with this scenic and sublime woodland.
What a difference a day makes, as mild autumnal weather gave way to a full day of lashing rains and wind. It was mild spat as Irish weather events are concerned. But it kept me cowered indoors, and regretting life choices, including the absurd notion of stepping outside to snap a photo.
Eager to continue my “photo a day” efforts, I jumped from the car en route to the cinema to catch this shot of Galway harbour. Its a moody broody one due to pall of persistent rain. Certainly not my finest shot in recent weeks, not by a long shot. But it was all in an effort to keep alive my streak, and having the camera in my hand made me happy.
On days like these I love heading down to the sea, camera in hand, to see what magic may unfold. Lately the changeable autumn weather continues to deliver a near-certain visual feast.
Another sunny day sends me scurrying, reflexively, back down to Salthill to photograph what hopefully unfolds into another gorgeous seascape. A string of brilliant days has compelled me to return again and again, capturing the sea in its many moods and adding to my growing library of Galway Bay images.
Galway’s distinctive appeal is that it embodies the spirit of an urban village while maintaining connections with wild nature. Credit due to its picturesque setting along Galway Bay and close proximity to such wild land attractions as Connemara and the Burren.
Despite murky conditions I threw my camera over my shoulder, hopped on my bike and headed to the sea, to photograph another Photo of the Day, courtesy of Galway Bay. Such treks have already become routine in my two weeks back in Galway. Routine perhaps, but neither boring nor repetitive.
On a fair evening, with a gaggle of camera-toting tourists snapping away over my left shoulder, and the sun setting over my right, Im reminded of Galway’s enduring appeal. Too often I take it for granted. How lucky I’ve been to have lived for nearly a decade in a place like Galway, where tourists fl0ck on [...]
There’s something that attracts me to this alleyway I often pass through it to avoid the unseemly Dominick Street. I’m usually one who abhors graffiti, but in this dingy setting it actually serves to transform the setting and make it strangely appealing.
By breaking away from the computers and making time in each and every day to experience unfiltered nature, we clear our minds and open our senses. In this post, along the course of a busy day I discover nature in small places.
I’ve witnessed several gorgeous scenes in recent days, but none more dramatic than this afternoons’ walk, when than when the persistent drizzle lifted only to reveal this splash of brilliant sunshine over Whitestrand Beach.