You can hear the low rumble, almost like Tibetan Chanting, but more soft, deep almost lower than the range of hearing. Accompanied by the sound of water rippling and splashing gently, gurgling in and out among the stones.
The Journey to Ireland and Back to Maine
June 1, 2017
One of several trolls who guard the pathway down to the Trawbreaga Bay Strand on Isle of Doagh, Inishowen
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.
September 8, 2016
Check out the second story of this elaborate fairy house, built along a woodland trail
August 30, 2016
Ents having a conversation about territory and who's is who's. Wild rose patch seemed the best spot for the discussion (and the raising of swords for the battle to come).