Saturday, 13 September 2014

September sunsets and supermoons

Reaching the coast in Dublin, just in time to see the super-full-harvest moon rise over the horizon line in the east.

Turning around to face west, the sky on fire.

September sunset dips behind the horizon so quickly. Impossible to catch the exact moment.

The view in that glass tower! East, west, north and south all at once. I wouldn't know where to look.

Sky fire, bleeding into the sea.

The scent of the sea. The scent of an Autumn night. Cooler air beginning to nip at fingers.

Light departing to let the earth be one with night.

More and more lights glimmering. Time to go home. After the first hot chocolate of the season to warm cold fingers.

Monday, 8 September 2014

September. Meán Fómhair. Septiembre. Syyskuu. Septiyembre.

I never knew there was a hidden army of knitters and knit-lovers all around the world. I am not very good at knitting but with my brush and paints I can "knit" without following a pattern! I got many enquiries about this painting which was a gift for and inspired by a lovely Norwegian knitter. So I painted another one. Hopefully it will be for sale, as a print, soon in a little on-line shop, which I am building piece by piece - like the knitters who build stitch by stitch.

Thursday, 21 August 2014

Getting late earlier.

These days the evenings are getting late earlier. The light and the warmth becoming more precious. Breakfasts sitting outside becoming fewer - the dew and the shadows resting longer and reaching further.

Quieter evenings too. Birds saying goodnight and going to sleep in the darker trees earlier (maybe I should do the same). At least two layers of long sleeves for walks now. Imperceptibly, yellow and brown hints appearing on trees. Inaudibly too, but then a breeze and they are more rustle-y than a week ago.

Above: a lighthouse, a dolphin, and a landscape like a green patchwork blanket. Painting Aran Islands in June on an August afternoon in Dublin.

Saturday, 26 July 2014

Exposed and yet enclosed.


No mountains, no woods on Inisheer island. Very few trees. Hardly any shelter. To be so exposed to the weather blowing in from the Atlantic. Everywhere, all around, tiny, stone-wall enclosed fields. Grey-bordered green patchwork with white spatters (daisies).

PS. More island photos on Instagram

Monday, 21 July 2014

Monday, 14 July 2014

Sea and rocks and tea

The fishermen

The dolphin

She visits so close to the shore

The morning tea, elevenses, afternoon tea and 4 o'clock cuppa.  Teach an tae (Tea House), sitting outdoors with a view of the sea - one of the nicest ways to drink tea :) Snippets of sentences spoken softly in Irish.

Saying hello to the friendly locals.

The daintiest of flowers find their way up through the rockiest of grounds.

Catching the last rays amidst a landscape of rock and sea.

Friday, 4 July 2014

An island trip

Bye bye mainland Ireland

Passing by Inish Meáin on the way. But this is not the island we are sailing to. Staying on the boat 'til the "last stop".

 Hello Inish Oírr (the smallest of the 3 Aran islands)

The dolphin escorted our boat into the pier! Can you see her fin?!

Stepping onto an island of green and grey with dots of bright pinks, whites, yellows and purples. Tiny green fields enclosed with ancient dry-stone walls. The only place in the world (along with the Burren and the other Aran islands) where Mediterranean, Arctic, Alpine and Temperate varieties of plants grow together in the one habitat.