Some photography from a neighbouring dilapidated house in sleepy Roosters Rest where the crumbling structure was full of mildew and spiders. The curtains, yellow tinged glass and bright wallpaper oozing colour throughout the walls and halls of this silent place. Like stepping into a time machine.
Some photographs from a different serene trek in my home stomping ground, this time Dereen Hill, Knockatee – another wide open space filled with memories and fairy trees. New additions to this land by the locals include a wishing chair snuggled amongst the plant-life and the brightly painted fairy doors nestled into the many nooks of tree roots.
The final collection of photography from a visit to Roosters Rest this past March. It is always a joy exploring places like this throughout the seasons to notice how the palette continues to change.
A third collection of lush landscapes captured in the depths of the flora and fauna of the Irish countryside.
A second set of photography taken in Roosters Rest woods when the golden hour sun beamed the sitka spruces and lined the horizon in mellow yellows.
I was able to go back to the homeland this March to see some friends for a drink and a natter after 2 years, as well as return to the forestry that I never get tired of. It was a different atmosphere this time of year compared to the usual crispy frost written landscape with the weather calling for an unusual balmy trek with the sun shining throughout.
Before you embark and get lost among Roosters Rest Woods, where a lot of photography has been taken such as here, here and here, you first have to climb the picturesque trail that wraps its way up a steep hill. The hill overlooking the neighbouring fields and farms like patchwork not visible in these photos. On the decline, before the tunnel of trees you are greeted with the curious bleating of sheep as they watch in amusement as I jump over fences and gates to disappear amongst the sitka spruces. It was a typical rainy day in Ireland when these photos were taken, not the fun kind of rain that it is a joy to watch where it bounces off everything but the misty kind where it clings to your clothes and saturates everything, and on this day – my camera lens. Although I do like this kind of mist as it adds to the effect of diffusing the scenery, blurring the boundaries of distance and softening the silhouettes of those pesky sheep.
A different set of photos from a different forestry shrouded with flora back in rural Ireland. Even in the depths of winter these woods were flooded with green, I would love to return here in the summer to really see the it in full bloom! As I trekked further into the woods I found my absolute dream house – a log cabin nestled and shielded by the trees, oh the envy…
Some either photography from Roosters Rest Woods. There was a moment where the sun broke through the dull clouds and lit the scenery with orange rim light – painting the wispy birch trees and lighting up the high grasses.
Some more photography from Roosters Rest Woods. I found this area of untouched water, where the leaf litter formed a miniature galaxy of meandering green petals – like Van Gough’s The Starry night. It never ceases to amaze me the little wonders that are right on my doorstep.
Gentle Giant 