Some more photos from Ireland this past Winter. Taken during a trip to the mysterious Castle Hackett where the Irish fairy folk are housed. I remember vividly the ascent up to the peak of Castle Hackett, it was golden hour and the warming orange rimmed the tree-trunks and lit the flora ablaze.
Some more photos from Ireland this past Winter. I really enjoy editing this way – attempting to turn photos into paintings, to show the glowy nature of the lulled sky. Highlight the crystal like dew drops collated on branches, falling at the twitch of a twig. To reflect the regal peace felt exploring untouched nature.
I couldn’t help but edit some more photos taken from my adventures during my trip back home to Ireland this past Winter. These photos were taken from jumping neighbours fences and weaving in and out of crammed trees deep within the forestry as well as a couple taken from the mysterious Castle Hackett where the fairy folk are in abundance. Again inspired by the exquisite painterly photographs of Belgian photographer Léonard Misonne (1870-1943) I edited these photos in attempt to capture some semblance of the same glowy atmospheric vistas where you would imaging finding something ephemeral and dream like waiting for you.
Some more frosty vistas from rural Ireland this past Winter. Taken during the dreamy golden hour the wildflowers full of reindeer moss and bog grasses like little licks of flames ablaze against the bluish blankets of cushy snow.
Some further throwback photos from my trip back home to the emerald Isle last Winter. I remember when I took these photos, it was during a couple of crisp evenings when the golden hour sunset lit up the glistening frost and reflected the warm slitted cloud formations.
Recently coming across the exquisite painterly photographs of Belgian photographer Léonard Misonne (1870-1943) who famously said “The subject is nothing, light is everything” to say that I am inspired by his work is an understatement. It is hard to approach Misoone’s work knowing that they are photographs when they look like soft, luminous oil paintings that a master of the craft spent hours mulling over to get the right amount of tenderness. Back in the day it is intriguing to know that Misonne relied on manipulating his photographs during the printing process to get the mood he sought and to that I never understand why people turn their nose up to manipulating photos as even way back then it is still a tool used to help the intent wanted.
I decided to search through the many hard drives I have stored full of photos with the majority taken from my excursions around rural Ireland this past Winter. I picked a bunch that I thought would be ideal to experiment with to see if I can mimic a fraction of Misoone’s glowing photographs. Although these photos were taken in the dead of Winter, the dew brimmed evergreen spruces and ground foaming with moss makes it hard to distinguish.
While editing these photos I feel like I have learned something fundable about photography – when you take detail out of things in favour of something softer the colour can be left to sing which makes the photograph feel more painterly and makes the viewers eye not focus on one thing in particular but take everything in as a whole, which I think can give more mood, tone and emotional intent. Not to say that photography that is sharply focused doesn’t have its own impact, just that it hits differently. Photography is a relatively new medium for me and experimenting to find artists, elements and approaches that I admire and that give me an initial feeling of loving the way a piece looks is exhilarating, figuring out the why is the important part and it is always exciting when you find it.
I still have a plethora of images gathered from my excursions around rural Ireland from this past Winter. I never got tired of capturing the frosty landscapes and meanders of ice circulating around the rich peat. This adventure in particular was after a large dumping of snow that froze over, I remember it distinctively because I almost completely lost a boot in the mud… I somehow managed to press record as I was free falling gracefully into one of the earthy trenches and have the resulting gasps and swears words of my clumsy ass in mid motion. I won’t share that here and shall leave it your imagination.