An online studio....
Welcome to the online studio of Catherine Drea visual artist, contemplative photographer and writer.
"I practice a kind of contemplative photography. Think of it as visual meditation, unfurling inner and outer worlds, exploring the light and shade of life. Inspiration is everywhere, but mostly wherever you are standing right now. There's always something amazing just under your feet...... but there's an art to seeing and feeling it."
Foxglove Lane Studio is in rural County Waterford, Ireland.
You can read more about Catherine here
"One eye sees, the other feels."
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All of the images on Foxglove Lane are available for sale. Each one is made with love and care by Catherine in her studio. Choose from small, medium or large sizes. Prints are signed and come with a blank gift card. Shipping is FREE to anywhere in the world.
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"On a rainy Sunday in 2011 I began a weekly Blog and have kept it going ever since."
These weekly photo stories are an insight into the daily practice of contemplative photography, there are stories of rural life, feminism, photography from travels around Ireland and the world, thoughts on living creatively. You can browse the Categories here and sign up below to get the weekly photo story to your inbox every Tuesday morning.
Foxglove Lane has won four awards for Photography in the Irish Blog Awards. You can also read a selection of Catherine's column As I see it- from the Waterford News and Star.
I don’t necessarily think of myself as an older person. But there you are, I am an older person. So when I was asked by Garter Lane Arts Centre to facilitate a photography workshop for older people as part of the Bealtaine Festival, I was curious. (The Bealtaine Festival is about celebrating the […] Read More
I hear myself saying- I don’t know what I’m doing. And there’s a freedom in that. I say it, often in the most inappropriate places, only to discover that I’m talking to myself. This phrase soothes me, puts me back on the ground, drags up my humility. Humility which is sometimes in the clutches […] Read More
“To be a contemplative is to learn to trust deep time and to learn how to rest there and not be wrapped up in chronological time. Because what you’ve learned, especially by my age, is that all of it passes away. The things that you’re so impassioned about when you’re 22 or 42 […] Read More
“I see myself on the underworld side of that water, the darkness coming in fast, saying all the names I know for a lost land:” From The Lost Land by Eavan Boland While we all complain about our pet hates, those of us living in Ireland have an incredibly good life. […] Read More
I spent two days absorbing the art at Tate Modern and Tate Britain the other week. The retrospective of David Hockney was a treat. I don’t think I had ever seen an exhibition of his before. But those pictures were in all the books we read during my art college years. It was like […] Read More
She began to bellow just before 3.30 AM. There’s a hill of blazing gorse to the east and she had gotten herself up on the top of that hill to give birth. My son came running downstairs, “Is she dying?” Quite the opposite, it was another new life. The awful sound of pain had […] Read More
We are drawn to the edge. Like so many flamingoes we like to dip our toes into the water and paddle while the sun goes down. Lisbon feels edgy in a different way. More used to the western shores of Ireland and the coppery cliffs of Waterford, this is a gentle edge slipping into the Atlantic […] Read More
It is almost by accident that I am here in Lisbon this week. But I have always wanted to come. My eyes are relieved to have this change of scene from green Ireland and the Saint Patrick’s Day shenanigans. Instead Alfama, where we are based is warm and peachy. No shortage of washing lines and […] Read More
“Each one of us is alone in the world. It takes great courage to meet the full force of your aloneness. Most of the activity in society is subconsciously designed to quell the voice crying in the wilderness within you. The mystic Thomas a Kempis said that when you go out into the world, […] Read More
Darkness, damp nature, gnarled old trees. I’m no witch, but looking into this leafy pool, I fall under its spell. Then down onto the woody undergrowth with me. And the power of the place, the magic! The more I travel with no agenda, the more the lens captures what I’m feeling and living through. Freedom, unfailing […] Read More
We had just arrived in Northern Brittany. Our first stop was to be a field on the edge of the Ile Callot. You get there by crossing a causeway at low tide. When the tide returns and the day trippers go home, there are only a few occupied houses and the wilderness left. And ourselves […] Read More
“I wish I could close my eyes and be blown into dust and nothingness, feel all my thoughts disperse like dandelion fluff drifting off on the wind.” ― Lauren Oliver, Delirium Nothingness There was a whole lot of nothingness going on down at the River Anne, in the Anne Valley. Morning mist rising, […] Read More
Early morning light at it’s best with sprinklings of frosty dew drops. From my window I won’t miss a thing that moves or changes. Small birds hang around on the willows, waiting for the breakfast I will serve them shortly. I’ve noticed the February sunrise is at the perfect angle. The dimmer switch is […] Read More
There’s something about photographing evening skies that never fails to raise my spirits. Tonight, driving home into the western sunset, I had to stop to capture the ever changing canvas, so many times along the way. As the sun dropped towards the horizon the colours intensified and deepened. It was a welcome distraction from the […] Read More
She is centre stage. Claiming her space amongst the other small birds, gritty and determined. Her tiny feathers are ruffled from the sheer speed of her arrival. And in seconds she is gone. I am watching her and mulling over my word for 2017. I notice the thumping of my heart. It is beating […] Read More
There was a smudge of navy blue painted onto a peachy sky. Nothing had changed but the eery manifestation of fading light, on a winter’s evening. The drama of moments passing. And WE were there. My lens captured the scene. But the sound of the moorhens cooing, and of our footsteps through the darkening meadow […] Read More