A recent wintry, cozy illustration given the current weather conditions many are experiencing, hopefully we will be greeted to a fluttering of snow soon enough!
A few final eerie photographs from back in December when the fog was so dense it made this usually busy park feel completely barren. As I was walking through the quietened park in the early hours of the morning, I happened across a broken tree branch that still had its leaves left, I liked the way the full leaves looked against the looming wispy trees in the distance – as if they’ve been submerged to some sort of chemical within the mist that strips them bare.
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.
More explorations in compositions and colour deep within the forest flora of Roosters Rest woods. I love the way the bleached birch trees lines the forestry at the front like quick brush strokes while the darker pine trees bulked out the rear, licked by the swaying high grass.
Another set of photos from my excursions to Roosters Rest woods. Noticing the effects of leaf litter and how they sprinkle the landscape into painterly dots coupled with the momentary glows of the sun as it showed itself from amongst the clouds and lit the treetops, paying close attention to the bizarre witches broom.
One thing I appreciate so much about rural Ireland is how friendly everyone is, hopping a neighbours fence and trudging through the muck to be greeted by a friendly wave from that neighbour is not something that ever goes amiss, you certainly wouldn’t get that in London. These photos are taken from a forestry that stretches throughout many acres of land and where many of the icy spectacles from previous adventures were captured. If I had it my own way I would buy this land, build a log cabin with my bare hands and happily live here surrounded amongst the wildlife and nature, like living in a painting.
There is nothing I love more than when the weather turns to haze. The way that it turns simple landscapes into such rich ominous scenes, the way that it always affects light and how it hints at narrative – I can’t help but wonder about the inhabitants sheltering inside the gloom. It reminds me of my time spent in Beijing, the light was peculiarly different there, assuming it had to do with smog, it made it so that the light pooled out from its source towards you and subverting some sort of wall that atmospheric perspective would usually allow you to know the distance between you and elements further away. Whenever there is fog I love nothing more than to go for a long curious walk which always feels like your reality turns into a sort of dream state. The weather is promised to be foggy tonight, fingers crossed it is so that I can go for one of those walks and see what my camera can can capture.
Creators from all over have responded with whimsical light, shape and formations for this weeks Kick About over on Red’s Kingdom, inspired by the wondrous Ice Spiral installation art created By Andy Goldsworthy. more of Goldsworthy’s striking work can be seen here. Inspirit of Goldworthy’s art I wanted to recollect upon the bitter winter in rural Ireland photographed from last year when the stillness and cold became one to produce frozen splendour.
When I look at these photos all I can think about is miniature vistas halted in time, like verglas installations created by pristine nature. Pockeded air bubbles mimicking silver dollar plants are trapped among planes of ice like tiny moons. Milky swirls of frozen water interjected with brambles that loop in and out like a serpent on the hunt, and if the camera panned up, something would arise from the mist.