I took this photograph a few weeks back when these traditional Galway fishing boats were racing in the Bay. The name “Hooker” comes from the hooked fishing lines that were used before the introduction of fishing nets. The boats were built by hand from tarred timbers, and the hulls were blackened with an emulsion of creosote and coal. Each had three reddish-brown sails: the main sail, the foresail on either side of the mast, and a jib sail extended beyond the bow. The colour of the sails came from being soaked in a solution made from tree bark, a process known as “barking”. They are beautiful boats, and I love to photograph them. I layered and textured this photo to give it a bit more depth and interest.
Sunday 28th of November. We woke to the uncommon sight of snow glazing the ground in Galway. As the sun burned through the fog, mist rose over Galway Bay while befuddled birds waited it out on jutting rocks. County Clare is hiding in the distance behind a drape of vapor.
There was a nip in the air to be sure this autumnal Sunday morning, but neither that nor the early hour could deter the ten plus people who were in for their daily constitutional swim. The Irish are nothing if not resolute.
I hadn’t planned on going out this particular morning, but the weather was so perfect: crisp and clear and without a breath of wind. I knew the bay must look like glass; a rare event I couldn’t let pass unseen. So I went for a walk. And my work was waiting patiently when I got home.