Feathered and whispered
Two photos from the corridors of where I work.
Tag: Abstract art
November
It might be 2015 by the time I get this end-of-year review finished. Work always seems to get in the way of the important things in life. November was a
This distance
This distance: Filled with all we called needed and ended with nothing we wanted
Semi-colons are funky sister-in-laws
If you pursue creative expression, beginnings are what you crave. The title of my blog is photographic punctuation. Being a lover of words and a lover of images, the idea
Entry to exit
A little mini-series of photographs taken while my wife drove through the Jack Lynch tunnel in Cork.
How these words weigh
There is a conversation in my head. I am not sure it can be heard. I am not sure of its words. I don’t stop to listen; it’s just heard.