Entries by Robert

I took a big gun of a lens into Doneraile Park today to see if size really matters.

The pros are obvious of course in being able to get closer to the action. The cons don’t become obvious until you have been holding that camera and lens for a few minutes. It’s a heavy setup and really hampers being dynamic.

In the end for practical reasons I put the camera on a monopod and simply waited for something to happen. And something did happen. A gorgeous mallard flew into the pond and preceded giving itself a bath. Just magic.

Today at least size mattered but I’ll need to build my upper body strength if I am going to make a habit of it.


#anasplatyrhynchos #ducks #ireland #donerailepark #mallard #doneraile #waterfowl #birds

We’ve been living in ‘The Emerald Isle’ for six weeks now and Ireland’s poetic namesake is as true as ever. Despite it being in the middle of winter with most trees being bare, the lushness of the grassy fields makes everything as green as ever.

I’m told the weather can only get better from now on but really arriving into an Irish winter has been kind of fun with the incessant and unpredictable rain, the frozen white frosted mornings, and the occasional peeking through of the sun from rents in a sky shrouded in cloud.

So just for a bit of extra craic here’s our tiny little emerald planet, on a pale blue dot, somewhere in the universe. Our new home.


#Ireland #tinyplanet #panorama #emeraldisle

Have bookshops now entered the world of quirky eccentricity?

It seems like only yesterday experiencing the novelty of buying a book through Amazon for the first time and now its almost all digital whether screen or audio.

I noticed Simon Prim’s bookshop in Kinsale and the word ‘Bibliotherapy’ in the signage and it made me think about the role books and bookshops now have in our digital world.

Having a place where you can explore books, hold them in your hands and feel the weight of their pages as you turn them; where words transport us to other places, other times and other lives, is perhaps a therapy we all could use a little more of again.


#simonprim #kinsale #bookshop #books #street #bibliotherapy

Reflections, reflections everywhere.
Reflections on the water painting squiggly lines of sailing boat masks.
Reflections in shop windows of passersby on the other side.
Reflections in car windscreens of street lights above.
Reflections in doorways of a stranger behind a lens.
Reflections, reflections everywhere.


#Selfie #kinsale #selfportrait #reflection #abstract

The curious thing about the Black-headed gull is that it changes its head from white with a dark smudge to a full black-brown cap when it’s in the mood.

This guy playing with his mates on the shores of Loch Leane is probably only interested in one thing right now, tidbits from visitors! Come breeding season he’ll don his black cap, find a black capped mate and the two will stay that way for the duration.

When parenting is over for the year they’ll leave their black caps in the empty nest and head out into the world again.


#ireland #killarney #landscape #lochleane #seagulls #blackheadedgull

There are ducks a plenty everywhere; it’s the perfect weather for them. For the most part I was ignoring them around me as having been used to being fed by visitors they can become quite annoying.

Suddenly a ray of warm light from the setting sun burst through the Irish winter sky bringing a splash of amazing colour to this lone mallard.

The light only lasted a moment, the duck, oblivious to his moment in the spotlight simply swam on.


#killarney #waterfowl #ducks #mallard #anasplatyrhynchos #reflections #ireland

"Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats." In this case perhaps the title should have been ‘with’ instead of ‘in’.

This quote by Ratty to Mole in the novel 'The Wind in the Willows' echos my own thoughts about boats. Many of my most joyful times have been spent either in them or under them.

These two boats, in the backwaters of Loch Leane, might be docked for now, but come the opening of the season, their owners, fishers for sure, will be be feeling just the same; messing about in boats.


#Killarney #lochleane #boats #reflections #ireland

While I’m not the greatest fan of seagulls in populated areas they make for great sport shooting with camera in hand.

Here on the shore of Loch Leane, attracted by the day visitors to Ross Castle, I’ve plenty of opportunity to practice getting these fast moving birds in focus.

My success rate is still not high but with my newfound appreciation of the benefit of seagulls as target practice I can only get better!


#Ireland #landscape #killarney #lochleane #seagulls

It’s the last light of the day and a stillness has settled on Loch Leane.
Lingering on the balcony, with family inside at dinner, I’m juxtaposed between light and dark, between calm and bustle, between cold and warmth.
I’ll linger just a little longer before saying goodnight to this scene.


#Ireland #landscape #travel #killarney #lochleane #twilight #blackandwhite #siloutte

There a good reason why the Irish countryside is so green. It rains a lot!
Still, a bit of rain or its aftermath never stopped a true local from their family Sunday drive.
Just seeming their beaming faces through the car windows says it all.


#ireland #killarney #water #driving

It had to happen sooner or later, a pub session at the Oliver Plunkett in Cork city.
We came in for a quick drink; my first real Guinness in nearly 5 years.
We stayed for meal while being entertained with great live music.
And captured a few images to remember our first night back in Cork.


#Cork #ireland #pub #oliverplunkett #hotel

A winter bare tree looks out over Lough Leane.
A stray ray of sunlight hits the mountains of Killarney.
Pool sized puddles bear witness to bad weather.

I’m told January is the worst of it and the weather will only get better.
I’m really not sure what all the fuss is about.


#Ireland #killarney #loughleane #silhouette #blackandwhite #landscape #twilight

All day long the sun toiled hard to burn away the stubborn clouds. Hiding below, in the gloom, life continued in a manner familiar to anyone living through an Irish winter.

In the distance, defiant at last, a few lucky homes emerge from the mist to glimpse the setting sun.


#Ireland #clouds #village #mist #misty #landscape

The more I learned about the European Robin the more I wondered where it came in the running relative to the movie character’s actual angry bird, the Northern Cardinal.

Apparently, the friendly and inquisitive robin red breast, one of Ireland’s favourite birds, can develop quite a temper when confronted with another red bearing antagonist.

Fortunately I was wearing green today.


#Ireland #europeanrobin #robin #redbreast #birds #kilarney

For most of the day we found ourselves shrouded in fog with a landscape of frosted green and white vanishing into the mist less than 50 meters away in all directions.

Where the sun should have been was a vast brightness while somewhere above a hint of blue suggested we had been under a receding ocean of white.

As evening approached, like a tide, the mist ebbed away leaving us in a land above the clouds.


#Ireland #cork #landscape #clouds #aerial #panorama

2023 is now part of history and was our last year in Australia before embarking on a new adventure.
I have been to Ireland many times before but coming here to live is completely different.

This is a move my wife and I have been planning for many years. For Jennifer it is a long awaited homecoming. For me it is fair trade between the comfort of living in Australia and the challenging but exciting opportunities of Irish landscape and underwater photography, of getting involved in traditional Irish music, and being close now to my family in continental Europe.

For now we are being looked after by Jennifer’s family in their cosy Irish countryside home. Tomorrow I start working again, and after than we’ll see how this adventure unfolds through 2024 and beyond.

#Ireland #countryside #rural #home #aerial

Adnane, sits perfectly still in the darkness for what must seem like some strange dream.
Meanwhile all around him there is a flurry of activity as artists with torches and wands of coloured light paint in the scene.

White light’s painted where the colours should be real, elsewhere we used colour to create the surreal. Once it took a darkroom to bring the painted man to light. Now we just preview and review and repeat ‘till it is right.

This was a fun night experimenting with long time exposures and light. Thank you Silvi for the experience and thank you to the models who stayed motionless all night.


#Morroco #lightpainting #art #experimental #travel #photography #light

Castanets

In Marrakech I noticed castanets in many market stalls and alleyway shops. I even got the chance to see them being made in the local metalworking workshops.

It was not until well into central Morocco I finally got to hear them in traditional music.

I thought about bringing home a set to learn but decided on just memories instead.


#Morocco #music #musicians #castanets #traditionalmusic #instruments

The hijab need not be be the symbol of modesty many people automatically think.
When the eyes are all there is to see there is so much more imagination, curiosity, mystery and of paying attention to that beautiful human behind those eyes.


#Morocco #travel #woman #hijab #mystery

A nomad father lifts his son to high five visitors to his campsite.

Despite regular contact with travellers and their obvious wealth, the nomadic tradition is alive and well in central Morocco. Still, the telltales of change are obvious. Solar panels on the tent roofs, mobile phones and Chinese sneakers were signs of little cracks in tradition.

What the children will do is really the big question. Will they keep alive the nomadic ways of their forbears or will the lure of a bigger world out there be too much to resist.

Will there be any high fives here a hundred years from now? Time will tell.


#Morocco #travel #ergchebbi #nomads #travel #family #silhouette

The riads of Marrakech, the mountain guest houses and the nomadic desert camps all shared the same Moroccan tradition, they greeted us with a tea ceremony on our arrival.

Sugar sweetened mint tea is most common but during our stay in Morocco we were offered brews of green and black blends, mint leaf tea blends and various combinations with and without sugar.

It’s quite special watching the tea being poured into tiny cups from a half meter above without a drop being spilled.

Here Adnane deftly demonstrates his skill dealing with a heavy teapot, sloping ground and a fresh crosswind, all while maintaining his boyish smile. A most hospitable teatime welcome in the desert.


#Morocco #travel #mint #tea #tradition #desert #nomad #ceremony

Somewhere in the heart of Morocco we watched a band of bikers emerge from the distance, turn into the place where we were and pull up as a group. Should we be concerned?

The moment helmets came off and they shared their beaming faces with each other I felt the same joy and elation of travelling with friends, exploring far away places and sharing extraordinary experiences.

Perhaps they started their travel as strangers and became friends on the road, perhaps they were life long friends. What matters, like us, they were sharing the time of their lives.


#Morocco #travel #bikers #motobikes #comrades #mates #friends #blackandwhite

In this quiet moment I watch a camel handler appear from the dunes to the east, make their way unhurriedly past me, and finally disappear among the dunes to my west. This scene could be from a month or a year ago. It could be one hundred years old, even one thousand.

But the form of these dunes is not the same as the dunes of a thousand years ago. These are not the dunes of one hundred years ago, or even a year. This landscape is ever changing, always reshaping itself.


#Morocco #travel #sand #dunes #camels #desert #landscape #nomads

Moving through the dark and sunlit alleys of El Khorbat, both eyes and cameras struggled to adjust to the dramatic changes in light.

This image of young boys hanging out would have turned out very different if my camera was on fully automatic. Instead, this chance shot captures laughter, movement and fun in away I could never have planned.


#Morocco #elkhorbat #desert #travel #ksar #people #alleyways #motion #blur #desertlife #boys

El Khorbat was one of the most amazing places I experienced in Morocco. It is a 150 year old fortified village, otherwise known as a ksar, built entirely of rammed earth. A fortress in the desert.

Its internal grid of alleys and side alleys, mostly hidden within the greater ksar structure, creates an undercover labyrinth providing protection from the wind and the desert heat outside.

As we moved through the village we caught glimpses of people far off down side alleys going about their business under shafts of sunlight piercing the darkness.


#Morocco #elkhorbat #desert #travel #ksar #structure #people #alleyways #labyrinth

Wild places, and especially desolate ones, stir things deep and unspoken within us. They bring us thoughts and feelings and ideas that delight, enthral, confuse and sometime even scare.

I wonder how many lives have changed in profound ways simply from the experience of some wild and desolate place giving them some new vision.

I wonder if these people will ever be the same again.


#Morocco #ergchebbi #sand #dunes #blackandwhite #travel #sahara #desert #moody #silhouette

This unlikely juxtaposition of Saharan desert, campfire and ghostly lithium-driven illumination tells much about modern travel and exotic remote places.

Wherever we go we almost expect the ether will be filled with those precious radio waves that bring an intrusive internet into places where perhaps it should not be.

Danny and Silvi, lit by their devices, exemplify being present and being elsewhere in the same moment.


#Morocco #ergchebbi #travel #sahara #desert #dunes #night #blackandwhite #moody

The wind dropped, the whipping sand abated, and the chance for a firelight session presented itself.

As the fire banished desert darkness, haunting African voices, Moroccan djembe double drums and rattly castanets filled the empty soundscape with synesthetic colour.

We listened, we sang along, we celebrated the ineffable experience of a Saharan desert night hundreds of thousands miles from home.


#Morocco #sahara #desert #travel #sanddunes #sand #dunes #night #music #ergchebbie #jamming

I’ve been privileged to experience some extraordinary places, however the Moroccan Sahara on the Algerian border not only took my breath away with its stunning sandscapes but also left me in awe and wonder at the people who live here in such an inhospitable yet beautiful place.

We arrived here to Erg Chebbi and into a mild sandstorm just before sunset which created an otherworldly feel to this already extraordinary place. At least one camera did not survive the sunset with windblown sand doing its worst.

As the evening progressed the wind dropped and the desert became dreamy and almost welcoming.


#Morocco #sahara #desert #travel #sanddunes #sand #dunes #sunset #sandstorm #landscape #sandscape #ergchebbie

Camels, ships of the desert, were once the only way to traverse the vast desert regions south of the Altas mountains. They were built robust, reliable and dependable with enormous range and great fuel economy. They were also smelly and bad tempered but that was a small price to pay for their great value.

There are camels still used in the old traditions however the real ship of the desert now is the Toyota LandCruiser. They too are built robust, reliable and dependable with enormous range. Fuel economy is poor and their impact on the environment not good but that’s a small price to pay for dust free comfort, great suspension, air-conditioning and streaming Spotify.


#Morocco #sahara #desert #merzouga #4wd #sand #dunes #toyota #landcrusier