Kerry — I remember when I first learned that marvellous, heartbreaking word. It was while reading Le Petit Prince, and the word was “éphémère”. Our teacher helped us grasp the meaning by comparing it to a shooting star in the sky, or a sandcastle on the beach. For the little prince, it was an essential part of a life worth living. Standing on the coast near our home, watching my daughter draw a castle...
Kerry — It wasn’t cold, I can remember no scarf, and my hands weren’t shaking as I took the photograph. The trees were all around changing colours, and their mood infected my own as I watched your windows fo...
Kerry — This is a quiet cathedral, missing its roof. Winter has forced these giant trees into frozen form, leaving the ground and me exposed to the wind and rain. These Irish winters keep my feet wet, and I...
Cork — I have lived in Crosshaven all my life looking across at Currabinny Woods, a forested hillock that stoops to meet Cork Harbour on three sides. Many weekends of my childhood were spent ambling around t...
Sliabh na mBan, mountain of the women, with Cramp's Castle in the foreground
"Binny's Cairn", a Bronze Age site known locally as "the giant's grave"
Beneath giants in winter...
Today, I taught my child to say "ephemeral".
Last autumn, I saw you from the woods.
Dreary day at home today. The weather is atrocious, and that's not hyperbole. Wish I could see the sun again.