Ireland is elemental. Sunrise reveals dawn’s light streaming over the timeless artifacts of its people.
As dusk falls down, there is something fundamental and essential about the essence of its gentle light, slowly retreating . . . shadows become one.
I have been working on a photography book of images from County Clare in the West of Ireland.
Friends have passed, but while I knew them, it was all too clear that they were people in the vanishing life of their own lives. They lived most of their life in an enchanted sense of field and farm, family, friends, music and story.
Oh, but those stories . . .