Speckles bleached speckles on brown to white, while drops dashed on deep dark blue. The rocks gleamed algae green, a trip hazard for every young flipper. As the pale sunlight casually gleamed on slimy skin. We lazed there like sleepy sirens singing on the rocks, playing like puppies swimming in the sea a way no human would experience. The time flew by when we heard the roaring splash of the waves, the lazy chug of the running motor ever more slow each and every time we heard it, I looked through sleepy eyes at the weird concoction as the noise stopped and it glided closer. A frequent event but ever the more strange as silence fell and we looked up. every time it looked different, colours, shapes, movement and just for a moment we would look up and see. Then the pained motor would start and just like that it would be gone and the splash of the roaring waves along with it.
I love Ireland, it has to be one of my favourite places in the world. The mass of the countryside the beautiful landscape and the welcoming feeling that spells “home”. I took this picture when in Kerry, we were travelling to a small yet exquisite Ireland off the coast, filled with gorgeously exotic plants and amazing colours. It was astonishingly beautiful. If it weren’t for the man-eating midges it would have been perfect.
As with many of my photos I was quite lucky after all I don’t speak seal and yet I chose to angle the photo so as to incorporate talking space into my photo. My main focus was the seal on the rock it just so happened my talking and waving worked so maybe I do speak seal. Its beautiful pose really makes this photo special, combined with the contrast of dark and light present by the dark sea and the bright green countryside, I couldn’t be happier. This photo definitely holds some fond memories.
Feet seemed aloof within the tall specks of green, the colours so vivid like an artists sunset. Curves spilt to leak droplets like shrieks of colour running down a page, while bony legs with brittle wings hid in the dark as footsteps reverberated the ground underneath. Soldiers attacked catapulting through the wind with a parachute with spider web symmetry, only to be caught by a child hoping for a wish. The green structures once growing tall lay broken behind the tracks of trainers as we searched for that one treasure. Once caught would we kill it too?
This week I went to a natures reserve with school. Our guide showed us many interesting things, the allusive butterfly orchid (look it up its pretty) as well as how to take the measurement of the number of plant species in a set area, (it was more interesting then it sounds). But for a man who loved nature and protected so many plant species it didn’t half bug me how much he loved to stumble over everything! Even now I find myself fuming at the thought of it, by the end I could have yelled, (getting angry at someone is not a very common thing for me). I felt guilty myself when he forced us to plod among those vast fields of wild flowers, it allowed me to imagine what those “underneath” felt as we destroyed their homes very daily. I took this shot as an observation of that viewpoint. I took it from a low angle and tilted the camera upwards to portray the thought of a smaller being and to also show the creeping members of my school to portray the other member of my description. The low angle also allowed me to capture the beautiful array of colours within the fields (people who read my posts regularly would know I love my colours) as well as little taps of detail that I feel added that little bit more to the photo. My only dislike about this photo came with the presence of the wind. It became troublesome as my camera found it hard to focus. Other then that I like this photo and I hope you do to 🙂 thanks for reading.