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When I think about Ireland, this is the way I like to think of her. Sun shining, golden rays of light glistening down onto the surface. Winter sunlight is definitely some of the best. We may not see it that often but when we do.. It’s like heaven on earth. These shots are from dog walkies with Paula, Penny & Juno out in Connemara in January. We walked out at wind farm in Spideal after taking many wrong turns!! I love the wind turbines, so statuesque and so colossal in size, yet when you are right up beside them, they seem to blend into the landscape quite comfortably. Cold but golden sun beamed down on us for the afternoon. Bliss.

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“I watched the surrounding landscape with great curiosity, and I wanted to discover the words that could describe all its unspoiled beauty.’~Daniel J. Rice

On a summer’s day, we delight in something we don’t see or feel that often; soft sunshine and warm heat. But in winter months under the winter moon, the grey colour pallet and heavy, soaked air are something more familiar to the heart. The cold is in the bones, the fresh rain  lands on the skin. Being here feels more affirmed. More real.

There is this weird magnetic pull, down deep in my heart to the Irish wilderness.  Out here I feel free.  I feel possibilities. I feel the rain on my skin and cold, fresh air in my lungs as they expand and press my ribcage. I hear nothing and everything. Silence and the far off sound of wind turbines in the distance. It’s all raw here. Raw and beautiful.

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Photos shot at Polleeny Bogland, Furbogh, Connemara, Galway.

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Autumn in Emer’s Garden is always a treat. It’s one of my most favourite places to be.
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“Love … is like nature, but in reverse; first it fruits, then it flowers, then it seems to wither, then it goes deep, deep down into its burrow,
where no one sees it, where it is lost from sight, and ultimately people die with that secret buried inside their souls.”
–Edna O’Brien, Lantern Slides: Short Stories