Folding mist, blurred edge of land and sky. Roads twisting, turning, falling, rising,  each curve a poem. Where are you leading me, I asked? Just keep walking came the reply.   Wavelets bright as stars in a night sky flashed around a large, grey rock, grounded in shallow water. What holds you so still I … More Donegal

Perfumed Trails

    In Johnstown Castle Gardens, swans glide serenely on a lake of green algae, their nest hidden by the burst of growth along the swampy waterside. Giant Gunnera and black stemmed Chinese Bamboo plunge their roots into the sodden bank. Blush of Pink and purple Rhododendrons, Camellia and the perfumed flowers of Mock Orange Blossom. Pine … More Perfumed Trails

With Better Eyes

      It’s about colour, simply and wonderfully ignoring distractions, absorbing, like water aware of rising and falling, aware of the observer, seeing with different eyes.  


Water, rippled in the breeze, curled edges running quickly to sharp sand, changing the shape of this strand, where bare white crabs sleep in shallow, sun-warmed, salty pools, where flesh pink shells glisten like jewels and raucous sea-gulls swoon in a summer-blue sky. Where Oyster Catchers ride the tide inches above foam crested waves that … More Alchemy