building seaside momentum

blurred horizontal lines in a sea of lines. moving side to side. waning light as we pass over the flat earth. thumbing our way through the connemara space, each encounter, experience, more meaningful than the next, or less. all the same, 

each, resonating in the memory, occupying equal space. a beautiful day, staring out the back window of a stranger's car. 

county clare and the new farm

A quick snap of Lieke this morning at our new farm before setting off thumbing my way through the west coast. In Galway now for a couple days, then moving over to the Aran Islands for a little R&R, hostel style, and more work on the Irish Fishing story. And just maybe a traditional music festival in Doolin over the weekend. 

red

fog

mobile pix 2, farm business

for those of you curious what exactly it is i do during my days on the farm, here's a little imagery. yesterday, for example, i tilled a garden and built a stone path. 

mobile pix 1

i don't always have my camera with me, but i often have my iphone, which is functioning as an ipod right now, and occasionally a camera. 

unexpected little joy

A little later in the day our guide, Amie, took us to another formation. Three smaller stones created a small sitting space under and enormous larger stone. It's use isn't certain. It was in a field not far from a hotel complex. After a few minutes of walking from the hotel we came across this very unnatural pine forest that threw me for a loop. I lost what I was saying, jaw dropping. 

entering a cave

Looking down into the mouth of a small cave while skirting through some small mountains Sunday near Boyle, Roscommon. 

Carrow's Tomb

One windy afternoon. One new Irish friend. One Portuguese. Three dogs. Several tombs. An Aero candy bar.  Muddy gloves. Wind burned face. A tourist attraction only locals visit.