overlapping landscape at high speed (an adequate amount of headspace)

sometimes the landscape is just the shape of the horizon line. a profile one comes to identify at an instant.. 

for me its the flat open plains, where the sky is as much a part of the whole as the actual landscape itself.. 

looking back through some earlier images i find some examples of trying to relate to this landscape or that.

what i mean here i think is the struggle to make work that is personal, 

but whilst living in a space that is not your own. torn between town and country.

 the following images were shot between dublin and athy: 

 they were shot on a holga traveling at speed, the bus that is not the camera,

 thinking about  the camera was also traveling very fast..

an outsider inside fanore

its hard to see beyond the landscape, its right there, in your face.  you feel obliged to reflect that, its vastness, its isolation. yet i wonder looking and thinking back to the west, how much does the landscape come to define the people of the mind scape of the people. for whom it is an everyday backdrop to their lives?

when i shot these i wanted to distance myself from the view, try to imply a feeling rather than the 'terrible' beauty of the landscape overwhelm our sense's and lead to a idea of understanding. that of a rugged landscape, a hardy people, emotionally isolated from each other.. an outsider looking in and reading what he/she wants to see. 

we all have the landscapes that surround us from where we grew up. how much of these come to define us, or come to define our notion of home, the familiar, the other, the strange the exotic.

G. McManus 

11/04/12