The Moody Greens
Growing up in Ireland I was permanently cold in the small country town that I grew up in in the 60s/70s. I would literally hug the radiator at the back of the classroom at my convent school looking out the window at the moody rainy sky and dreaming of warmer climes and blue skies. I would skip class and bury my head in books by the convent library heater and read books by the likes of Lawrence Durrell and dreamed of the calm blue mediterranean sky and seas.
As soon as I finished school - I ran out of Ireland , on a one way ticket, to travel and chase the sun and the warmth and ended up choosing Australia - and ultimately Bondi Beach - as the place where I lay my hat. Up until four years ago - pre camera days - it was the summer and the spring that were my seasons.
But now the autumn and the winter have become my favourite - the skies, the weather, the surf , the moodiness, the deserted beaches.
And now...well now, I keep putting off going back to Ireland as I am afraid, if I return, I will not leave . The camera has led me down a path where I now love mist, rain, mood, changing light, stormy wild seas, the empty beaches ...the greens .
It does appear my fine flickr friends that you can take the girl out of the country........but not the country out of the girl ;).
The Moody Greens
Growing up in Ireland I was permanently cold in the small country town that I grew up in in the 60s/70s. I would literally hug the radiator at the back of the classroom at my convent school looking out the window at the moody rainy sky and dreaming of warmer climes and blue skies. I would skip class and bury my head in books by the convent library heater and read books by the likes of Lawrence Durrell and dreamed of the calm blue mediterranean sky and seas.
As soon as I finished school - I ran out of Ireland , on a one way ticket, to travel and chase the sun and the warmth and ended up choosing Australia - and ultimately Bondi Beach - as the place where I lay my hat. Up until four years ago - pre camera days - it was the summer and the spring that were my seasons.
But now the autumn and the winter have become my favourite - the skies, the weather, the surf , the moodiness, the deserted beaches.
And now...well now, I keep putting off going back to Ireland as I am afraid, if I return, I will not leave . The camera has led me down a path where I now love mist, rain, mood, changing light, stormy wild seas, the empty beaches ...the greens .
It does appear my fine flickr friends that you can take the girl out of the country........but not the country out of the girl ;).