“So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.”
Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse.
I’ve spent the past few months quietly working away on compiling a set of 15 images for a panel I’m submitting to the IPF (Irish Photographic Federation) in September.
I’ve swung from feelings of confidence to doubt on an almost hourly basis but I hope at the end of all this to have a collection of images I’m immensely proud of.
This photograph of a lighthouse will not be part of the panel, or maybe it will…..ahhhhhh!