In a (New) World of My Own

I’m forced to admit that I am disgruntled by the top two-thirds of this image.

Day 12: Large and in charge. Taken at Menlo village on January 10, 2010.

Day 11: All alone. Taken near Menlo village on January 10, 2010.

Two months of waiting for the perfect foggy weather paid off on December 24 when I captured these shots of an amazingly cold Galway morning on the Headford Road. In processing the images, I amm torn between two different styles: A harder and colder interpretation or a warmer and far softer view of the foggy forest.

‘Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.”

I went in search of a ”thunder and lightning” quote to header this photopost and accidentally came back with a quote whose beauty and elegance stuck me dumb.

We’ve had amazingly fun weather for the past week: Sultry grey skies, rain, lightning, thunder and spectacularly grand cloud castles forming, breaking apart and forming anew in the air above the valley. The dawns have been gorgeous and the sunsets jaw-dropping, but my lone contributions from this are a lonely dawn panorama and some blurry lightning photographed from under the cover of my jacket.