A little digression from our journey through Europe stories.
Ireland jumps in forcefully like its storms
Since our return weather was not kind to me. I mean, it’s typical Irish weather, lots of Atlantic storms, with rain, grey dark days, occasional sun bursts through thick clouds. Damp, damp, damp.
My body needed lots of time to adapt back (as I have IBS).
After two weeks of rain, flooding, high tide and winds combo, today is, what they call it – blustery showers day (rough, windy, and often rainy, with the wind often changing in strength or direction) – and I love every bit of it!
It’s the type of day where you’ll find rainbows and huge gigantic clouds passing the giganormous sky. If you’ve never been to Ireland, the sky is huge in Ireland. We’ve traveled and never the sky is so big like here or so dynamic like here.
It also means that wind is strong and it can rip your camera out of your hands and to have a steady shot it needs skill and experience. My IBS is, strangely enough, pretty happy in this rough conditions. Only when sky closes in, when it’s like under the lid, humid, dark, warm (for Ireland warm) when you can feel the air pressure on your head, shoulders, on your chest, then I struggle and my body disobeys me.
I’ve tried to represent those intense weather conditions in my photographs and it is like the essence eludes me. I am pleased with my photographs, but I still want to achieve that one shot that will encompass all of it. That might be good, as it gives me the motivation to go and try again and again.
One of the “moody” posts from the past here