Drifting and dreaming

The world blurs slightly and the living planet intensifies it's presence.  Something draws the light and the focus. It enters the ear first, a buzzing maybe or a beating of wings. 

A scattering of dragonflies flutter across my closed eyelids. One of them, so self absorbed, hitches a ride on a floating leaf,

and both of us drift downstream.


The wildest thing

"Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness."

Mary Oliver

      See more images from my wild garden and from Ireland's lush hedgerows here in the Gallery 


Strawberries and the object of his desire

He is not a popular visitor for most soft fruit growers.

As always the debt of gratitude I owe to my only photographic models outweighs the loss of any blackcurrants or strawberries that may have taken place during this shoot.

I adore working with him, and surely he knows it.

Sometimes he just lands on this rock to show off his good side. Mostly he is swooping across the wild garden or rustling around deep in the fruit bushes. Today he is demolishing strawberries and courting a young one.

Like any old friend, I study him. The lens gets me closer. My every move has to be frozen and quiet. His alertness is a little off kilter today as the object of his desire makes a brief appearance. She is a very young hen blackbird, a lovely speckled brown in colour.

His one effort at romance is rebuked and she disappears. The Blackbird continues on his well worn flight path across the garden and the dish of the day, strawberries, takes his attention once more.

Hen Blackbird is one of my featured galleries at the moment.


The new arrivals

It's always a strange one returning to your real home after travelling for a while. There are so many mixed emotions. So when our resident hare family turned up with two babes it eased the transition.  Irish Hares have lived in our couple of acres as long as we have been here. Since the land around us was cleared, this wild patch may be the only remaining cover they have for breeding.

They usually join us for breakfast. Their mother returns to feed them from time to time but otherwise they are left to their own devices and forage in and out of the undergrowth.

Leverets as these babies are called are put out to fend for themselves at a very young age. These two are tiny and vulnerable, nibbling at the odd bit of grass and gobbling up the more succulent patio plants.  

You may think they look exactly like rabbits but check out the huge back feet.....these are the give away! As they scuttle and hop around now they are fairly uncoordinated, but they will grow to be much larger adults than an average rabbit, the lanky back legs ensure that.

The adults are magnificent creatures, full of mystery. They live alone and can sit for ages just staring into space, grooming or nibbling. I always imagine they are in a meditative trance .....

You can see more photos in the Irish Hare Gallery here



This crop's life in the field, glowing in the evening sun. 

In the cycle of farming, beginning anew, harvesting seeds,

some endings are also beginnings.