Vermeer would have made much of it
The sun slips behind the black silhouettes of the Rockies.
Fingers and ears chill with disturbing speed.
Faster than in an Irish winter dusk.
Today, on our morning swim together.
I watch her dive, hair streaming,
at home among the waves…
You won’t find these in the bush.
Thistles, nettles, tumbleweed,
three-cornered jacks, horehound,
Named for the original builders, it is a public acknowledgement of the part played by the Irish in early Perth
Skellig really is a magical place.
Why do we hear so little about Michael Davitt’s place in Irish history?
Irish History Circle – The Secret History of Dublin’s Streets and Cathal Brugha
The world of the Travellers
No one can threaten hunger with bullets.
This is in a special conservation area of enormous natural beauty and significance.