Something happens in between the photographs being taken and this page being published which has created a magnetic pull on my imagination.
A hawk settles on a rock outside my window, a flock of starlings swoop down over the lake, the sun appears through a grey letter box in the sky. Sometimes I am supposed to be working and so I type on, (such discipline!) Sometimes I run with the camera, wanting another fix of those little hairs which stand up on the back of the neck, at a new view on the world, a simple moment of happiness which I know I can share later.
As I pull on the wellies yet again, I feel a warm glow. I suppose I have taken thousands of photographs in these little fields, but never too many! I cannot believe that every outing although just 5 minutes from the backdoor will yield a new crop of images. No I can't believe it........ I am challenged every day to believe it. The more I see..... the more I see.......
Nature presents her treasures, and I just go along with the plan. Today it was these little borage flowers. I have seen them all summer and photographed them many times but as they survive through the winter they draw me in again. Strange mild weather, surprising flowerings, so far so good....... we are still here.
As another grey day reveals itself this morning, I am still looking at the same view, the same fields, the same 5 minutes of space between me and the rest of the world. Doubt creeps in..... but then I remember that something will happen again between me the camera and mother nature....... the next images will somehow be revealed.......
P.S. #thankyouday (Irish Hospice Foundation) warmest thank you to all the bloggers, commenters, tweeters and other supporters out there. Every little bit of your encouragement and contribution has been so important, and it continues to be lovely to share with ye, that's all........
