Since I'm Headquartering in my tent I'm so much closer to the elements. It's like living inside an organism that is constantly in touch with the ever changing weather. The skin is vibrating under the torrents and the skeleton is heaving in the gale. When it gets dark the elements are closing in on me and make me wary of unease. A draught I track and trace to its single origin and fix it holistically, looking for compromise with my need of ventilation.

As for the rain the tent is pretty waterproof, but in huge downfalls it tends to creep under my flooring. To thwart this I dug a trench at the opening and filled it with pebbles gathered from the rolling stone platform, right down from the meadow. Not only does it work, it looks very nice as well.

I also piled up a windbreaker out of rocks on the South-East corner of my tent as that is the prevailing income of the wind. And it works. The flapping that in hefty gusts could climax into gunshots has receded to little more than a whoosh.

Meanwhile, as some of you may have noticed, I have begun my own Dolphin Address Web shop, www.dolphinaddress.com . Finally, after 12 years of blogging, I can offer you a treasure chest of photographs, most of which have featured on the website. I started out with a series of Dusty photographs, followed by a storm of waves.
This shop is meant to become an ongoing project as I am going to add worthwhile ones that have sunken into the wilderness of my external hard drives and the fruits of the oncoming storm season.

I have always been fascinated by water. As a sculptor I have sought ways to portray it, but found the physical possibilities for that very limited. Until I fell in love with dolphins and whales. Their very shape is formed by the resistance of water and has evolved to an extent that they have become part of it.
I often have marveled at Dusty's command of it. She is exactly there where she wants to be. Like when I want to stroke her and she is playing 'hard to get' by being at such a depth that I just can't reach her and keep my snorkel above water.
Or on approaching me from behind, always overtaking me where I don't expect her. And when I quickly look both sides she comes through underneath. Or in the wash-up game at White Strand where she always went closer to the shoreline than I dared to (Dolphin Address 27, 2009).

But in a more abstract sense her skin becomes the canvas of a miraculous artwork of undulations, projected by the sunlight. They are revealed in intricate detail, freeze-framed by the camera and create a mystery veil that does justice to the elusive presence of dolphins.

But here in Ireland I also discovered a way in which I could actually portray water, by photographing it. Living right on the edge of the ocean I have the continual opportunity to reap the wonders of any aspect of the waters. From monumental behemoths

to the slightest stir,

from the emerald light waves

to the please of the sun in a rock pool

I have taken approximately 12.000 photo's of waves.
They keep on enchanting me, like a woman infinity layered with allure. Sometimes in the morning words well up to touch them and to compare them to a summers day.
They are friends, they live in my eyes and in my ears and can suddenly change into never befores. And in all their metamorphoses I try to capture their quintessence in one title: 'The Anatomy of Waves'.