Everything is in flux. Isn't it the basis of physics?
The small birds flit and watch. They hardly stop for a moment, always listening and alert. Those rare times when they settle are all the more delicious. Their stillness can catch me holding my breath in the moment.
While I observe them, I am wondering about the kind of photography I am aspiring to?
It's not easy to explain in words but I am exploring again what it means to be a contemplative photographer. The world is just there, outside the back door. The pictures come from any given day and then these words come from that.
One of my favourite quotes "knowing the simple wisdom of what's around you and playing that" from Martin Hayes, the County Clare born fiddler sums it up. Every day I am knowing the simple wisdom a little bit more.
Contemplative photography slows down the heart rate because it is a kind of meditation. Through the lens, everyday stuff is captured and some kind of alchemy is infused into that image. Some part of a moment that never happens exactly that way again. Today the lens rests on this Robin, singing in the coldest morning; it's colour and spirit, it's moments of intense aliveness.
And then that aliveness feeds mine. And my hope? That sharing these moments with you feeds your aliveness too.
And there are more Irish birds here in the Bird Gallery
