You travel all that distance, maybe with a memory of Brigadoon in your heart, maybe a mystery of faery with a red hat or wand, maybe a cave where the Tuatha de Dannan hid and hide still. You discover pathways in the sand, mirrors that disappear with each incoming tide. You follow where they lead and when you look back your footprints are gone. Read More
Musings on the Zodiac
June 1, 2017
You go walking anyway. If you waited for the sun, you'd rarely get out. You discover a new world of clouds, and the incredible brilliance, shades of the light coming out of the dark.
June 1, 2017
Off the shore of Pollan strand in Ballyliffin, stands the magic isle of Glashedy. Believe it or not, sometimes they graze sheep on top of it. Not sure how they get the sheep up there. I did meet a man who'd just paddled out to the island in his ocean-going kayak and he said he looked for a wayup and couldn't find one. I'm imagining the sheep pathway must be around the back and accessed during low tide. Read More
June 1, 2017
You want to walk all the way out to the waves that are breaking just where the water enters the bay, a deep channel of swift-flowing tide, in and out. You long to go there to the breakers. Something about it beckons. Firm sand left bare by the low tidal waters, ripples in the sand, like the Sahara Desert, a flatland of sand. Always with mirrors of shallows reflecting the sun and clouds. Like a mirage it is. Every time you go down there during low tide, through the grasses, the long grasses like troll’s hair, and down the trail between the cliffs, you see the sand all barren, and those waves in the far distance breaking, beckoning. Read More
December 27, 2016
More reflections. Along Ship Harbor Trail in Acadia National Park on a moody day, with temps in the 20's.
December 13, 2016
Sill waters creating mirror reflection on Echo Lake
October 30, 2016
Rainy day at the beach in Inishowen, Ireland
October 1, 2016
When I took the shot I was attracted by all the textures. Then later, I saw an image carved there by nature. Or perhaps the stone being emerging into view.
September 23, 2016
On the trail where I walk almost daily, I find little fairy houses (see one below). First it was one. Then another and another. Sometimes one get a new dress or a new front door. I figured they make their clothes from this lace lichen
September 12, 2016
Simplicity. Beauty. All-pervading spirit in all things.