I’ve always loved the Dolomites because of their massiveness. Their jagged peaks do a wonderful job at reminding us just how high we have to reach to touch the sky. Aside from their grandeur, I also love them because they are home to chapels such as this. Something so small with something so big can give us the perspective we need when it comes to our faith, our lives, our world. So, as simple as it may be, it’s importance remains because without that chapel; it would be just another meadow. Without the mountains there wouldn’t even be a meadow. But combine them all, both big and small, and you get the full wonderful picture; a chapel in the meadow.
During the day, the streets are bustling and the shops are full. Although the hustle and bustle of a little Spanish town is still charming, I prefer the evenings. When the only occupants in town are tucked into cozy cafes and restaurants, the whole air seems to change. It’s as if the flute playing the merry tune of morning has slowed to the soothing sound of a sax serenading the sun as it drifts to sleep. It truly can be hard to capture such a feeling with just the click of the camera; but even after looking at the image now, I can hear that same melody waltzing down the cobblestones to greet the twilight.
Dunquin Harbour is a fairly iconic place. Most commonly used for the expedition that takes sheep from the mainland to the Aryan Islands to graze. Although this image doesn’t have the hundreds of sheep trekking down the path, I still found that the curving road leading to the sea has a certain something in itself worth capturing. Don’t you think?
Seemingly secluded, this chapel seems truly at peace next to the water. With boats for both leisure and food we can imagine what life could be like if this was a home. With forests to explore, water to tread, and land to grow, you can become enlightened by how simple it all would be. With everything in the world today speeding around us, it can be an exhilarating thing to simply imagine what life could be like if everything was completely and utterly at peace.
I shot this image because the tree spoke to me. Clearly it’s not the perfect pine with the Christmas tree shape that Clark Griswold would be proud of. I shot it because it was lopsided; uneven, flawed. And yet, it was still perfect. It’s resilient and that’s what stood out to me the most. I saw a strong, sturdy life that despite what has been thrown at it stands with fortitude against the past, the present, and the future.
In Ireland you would be surprised by the amount of greetings you get; especially when you know you are from out of town. It doesn’t seem to matter to them; you are an Irishman for that moment. So long as you have a smile (and a pint doesn’t hurt) and a friendly greeting, you are set. This fact is probably one of biggest reasons why Ireland holds a special place in my heart; my homeland. And on this morning, even the sun and the sky and the placid lake seemed to greet me and the day ahead with that ever-friendly phrase; top of the morning to you.