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.
“Post Pills” –This photo continues, following ‘Footsie,’ my Summer in the City series.
I was listening to some pros the other day complaining that they lose their ‘photographer’s eye’ every now and again, just from boredom with their environment. Nothing inspires. Then that feeling goes, and a new vision emerges. I’m still new to digital photography, and not even close to boredom yet — too much to learn. And I am so very fortunate to live where I do. Galway is a city by the sea, and by the countryside. I can walk from my home to the beach, to the bay, to fields of cattle, horses and sheep, or to the buzz of Galway city. I’ve no limit to what I can photograph, and I’ve decided to broaden my reach beyond the natural environment, which started as my focus. And so: the Jazz Man.
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.