THE FIELD

THE FIELD

THE FIELD

There is a field that I pass on my regular walks. It is bigger than the average Irish field and find it very compelling it is such big space. It is a field that could be worth dying for unlike the tiny one in the movie of the same name. It is a majestic piece of land sloping up from the gate on the road to the horizon on the brow of a hill 500 metres away, a wide open space that leaves one with the impression of limitlessness.

I take shots of at different times of the year, ploughed or in stubble or with barley waving. Sometimes I scare up a flock of curlew or crows. Often I just stop and lean on the gate and allow my mind to wander up the memories of furrows that shade the stubble and and take off into the sky.

MARCH

MARCH

JULY

JULY

SEPTEMBER

SEPTEMBER

 

OCTOBER

OCTOBER

THE FIELD FROM THE OTHER SIDE:CHRISTMAS 2010

DECEMBER

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