Look at Daragh all snug in his cool little hat……
Gráinne and Ronan were such a happy and chilled out couple that you wouldn’t even guess that it was bucketing down in this photo….
I had the pleasure of photographing this cutie-pie today. And with a name like Meaveen i just knew she was going to be a cool little chica:-)
I met a lovely little baby today called Ava, cute as a button she was…
Portia was a real superstar when she made a guest appearance at Angela + Richie’s pre wedding shoot last week at Ballyloughane beach.
I knew right away I was going to loooovve the Slattery family!
Heather made her First Holy Communion. So we organised a little family photo shoot to celebrate the following week. This girl loves nothing better than being out and about on the farm. At least we didn’t have to worry about getting the dress dirty a few days after the big day. Mind you the dry cleaners were a little quizzical as to the particular stains that they had to remove after we were finished feeding the sheep! But sure. It was all worth it. I still can’t help smiling every time I look at these photos…
It’s official. NUIG says Padraig is a Microbiologist. Yay! That’s the good news.
The bad news is that it’s Daire’s last weekend in Galway for a while. He’s moving back to Australia with his family to finish his studies there.
So, whether or not fate conspires to cross the paths of these two young men again in the future, I consider it a privilege to have been able to document their special relationship on a very sunny morning in Galway, their University town. Hopefully I have captured memories that will make them smile for many years to come. It was my absolute pleasure.
When I posted a sneak peek of our morning adventures a couple of weeks ago we were overwhelmed by the rush of support and affection for this likeable pair.
Best of luck for the future you two from Fotissima…wherever life may take ye. One of the sweetest couples EVVVAH!! xoxo
When the sun shines on our little isle you really do have to make the most of it. Around this time last year, it was such a gorgeous evening that I decided to go down the bog to take a few photos.
If you’re not Irish, chances are you’ve never heard of the bog. If you’re from Dublin you may even go so far as to think that the rest of us (who do not reside in the capital) all live in the ‘bog’. It has been known to happen!
Anyway. It’s where lots of us country folk get our turf from to heat our homes during the winter here in Ireland; a marshy area where peat accumulates over centuries doncha know.
Many’s the hour did I pass in the bog when I was young; turning, footing and bagging the turf…not to mention climbing up on the trailer for the bumpy ride home. ‘Twas always a great place for getting the tan an’ all, usually the farmers wan! There’s mam above, a mighty woman for the bog. ‘Damnable’ in fact, as my Uncle Hubert might say.
I haven’t been for years though. We don’t use as much turf as we used to. Well, I don’t, to my shame, it’s still quite the tradition in the Kelly household and I was delighted to see my young fella helping his grandparents out there the other day and keeping the tradition alive. Alas, it is one that will not last forever…
When I arrived at the bog that evening, down the narrow, winding road, with the grass rubbing against the bottom of the car, I felt like I was miles from anywhere. It was so quiet and remote. It could actually have been one of those places you see in films that ends up being a crime scene if you had an imagination on ya. Luckily I don’t (ahem!).
The gate was locked, so it was either abandon my plan and reverse out the road until I found a place to turn, or just leave the car and climb over the gate. So I climbed the gate and jumped the little stream. I was in the bog.
The sun was getting low in the sky and a horse appeared. I was a little nervous of being in the same space as the horse but my desire to photograph her was greater than the nerves so I started shooting.
After a few shots I heard another car approaching. I was kinda trespassing so I had to make my way back over the gate as the man who owned the land (and ‘Pinto’ the horse) couldn’t get in with my car blocking his path. He was more surprised to see me than I was to see him. This place is like the middle of nowhere. Le trou du cou du monde quoi.
So this stranger appeared at the gate; a friendly looking sort, with a beard and a genuine smile that reached his eyes. I introduced myself, to diffuse the awkward moment where you find a strange woman on your land photographing your horse (!) and thinking that he most likely knew my father. He did. “You’re the image of your mother!” he told me.
So we struck up a conversation and after a few minutes discovered lots of mutual acquaintances. And sure once he found out that I knew Lola, we were firm friends altogether!
Now, at this point we could have shared platitudes and made some small talk about the weather and been on our way but Holy God it turned out to be a shockin’ philosophical chat entirely. He was an extremely fascinating character and certainly not what you might think if you were one of those people who judged others by their appearance.
It was all most surreal hearing about chakras, diving, auras, healing, angels and the like of a Thursday evening in a bog. I may not necessarily have concurred with all of his theories but I have an open mind and I am willing to believe that there is more to this world than what meets the eye and that which the scientists can prove. It was also so refreshing to have a conversation with somebody about higher things than the state of the economy and other such doom and gloom. To remember that the world is still a beautiful place. You know?
Meanwhile, I was vaguely aware of the sun going down, rueful of all the photos I wasn’t taking, but appreciative of the genuine connection I was making with another human being.
The light was well and truly gone by the time he shook my hand warmly and told me what a pleasure it had been. By the way people “I have a beautiful aura”. So there!
I had written a few lines at the time to record how I felt that day, but like lots of my ramblings and photographs I never got around to publishing them. I was compelled to share it with you all today. I was reminded that, more often, in the ever increasing pace of this hectic modern life I need to stop by the bog, or the woods or just simply stop. And think. And chat. And listen. Because life is short.
There will be other beautiful sunsets in the bog so there will. But there will never be another chance encounter with Brendan Mahon, the most erudite of men anyone could ever hope to stumble upon down the old bog road; because Brendan died last week. Rest in Peace Brendan. Our one brief meeting touched my heart.
Deirdre the divil has been trying to dodge the camera for a while now but I eventually coaxed herself and John to meet up for some casual portraits and a chat about how we can do the best possible job for them on the day of the wedding. ‘Tis a mystery why Dee doesn’t like the camera coz the camera certainly loves her! So looking forward to photographing the wedding now after spending a couple of hours hanging out with this gorgeous couple. We really do appreciate how lucky we are here at Fotissima to work with such fabulous people. It mostly doesn’t even feel like work at all actually…