Hidden away in a farm house in the middle of no where. Where no thing happens but frost on moss and sun rises and sun sets and little girl games and twinkling rushes. Isn't it lucky and grand to be here and hiding. When the vibe beyond the hilly, cold wilderness is...
I come from there, but not from the country. From a wee town in the north of a Lakeland, the furthest town from the lakes. Some of my family live in the quiet of the countryside now. Up there is a different light. There is a dark blue-greenish charcoal grey tinge to...
Ardrum Second Storm, Digital Photograph, 2020 by Helen McNulty Bushwhacking. by Helen McNulty (2020)————1//Even the bracken /bricks it /in this bog. //Tiny tufts of flax /Bow down the road /Plaques blaze the old names of townlands /Like gravestones. //Do you remember...
Wicklow Mountains, Ireland