Brighten

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patio flowers
brighten gray skies
the smell of ale

 

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Photo: The Plough on Little Russell Street, London, c.b.w. 2011

Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2017

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A Few Moments in Ireland

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With St. Patrick’s Day filling my world with green, I can’t help but remember the ¬†Ireland I visited a few years ago. ¬†It’s a beautiful place filled with kind-hearted people who are very genuine and blunt. My trip was essentially a road trip that made a big circle around the coastline, starting and ending in Dublin. ¬†I took a few pictures along the way that remain among my favorites of all my pictures from abroad.

Lady's View, Ireland, 2009, c.b.w.

I remember standing in this spot in total awe.  The view was so beautiful, it made me feel like I had landed in the middle of a fairy tale.  While everyone mulled around snapping pictures of who knows what, I sat on a large boulder and breathed in the magic of this place.

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Clonmacnoise, Ireland 2009, c.b.w.

I don’t know why, but I have a “thing” for old graveyards in Europe. ¬†I find them fascinating and often spend hours roaming about reading headstones and wandering through the past. ¬†Perhaps, it’s my love of history or my curiosity of the people who came before me, but I’m always able to connect to the humanity of a place with more depth after walking through time-worn cemeteries.

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Cliffs of Moher, Ireland, 2009, c.b.w.

It’s a long climb up ramps and stairs to get this view, but it is totally worth the work. ¬†I love places that make me feel like I’m the size of an ant. ¬†There’s nothing more humbling than to stand on the edge of these cliffs and feel the majesty of the rock and wide open space of the ocean. ¬†The wind that day made sure I got a good whiff of salty air and the “green” smell of grass. ¬†The combination of the two made for an aroma I’ve never experienced before or since. ¬†That sweet smell is among my favorite sensory memories.

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Waterford, Ireland, 2009, c.b.w.

Waterford may be famous for its crystal, but for me it will always be the place where I found some peace with a sunset kissed harbor. ¬†I leaned against the ropes of the dock and listened to the seagulls fly overhead, while the water slapped lightly against the embankment. ¬†The writer in me couldn’t help but wonder where all of these boats have been and where they would go next.

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Pub in Shannonbridge, Ireland, 2009, c.b.w.

I got a kick out of this pub the moment I walked through the door. ¬†The place is cluttered from ceiling to floor with knick-knacks, memorabilia, and business cards from those who come to visit. The soup and sandwich I devoured remains on my list of best meals I’ve ever tasted, (over the course of 15 years of international travel). ¬†If you’re ever in Shannonbridge, be sure to visit the only pub in town.

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Happy St. Patrick’s Day! ¬†May luck find you when you need it most!

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c.b. 2012