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..
