it’s strange how reluctant I’ve felt to post the stories and images from my little trip to Ireland. I’ve never experienced anything like it…or I’ve never experienced life like I did while I was there. I guess more on that later, someday.
it just feels like cheating some memories trying to fit them to a Georgia pt 12 font.
( there’s nothing craggy about a blog. )
I’ve finally had time to edit down my images, and I’ll post them soon, promise! but while going through, realized for all the cliffs and golden skies, my favorite and best picture is just of my brother Josh and I.
it was our last day in Doolin, we’d packed and cleaned and emptied the fridge (i.e., ATE EVERYTHING) and drove down to the village one last time. we went to the ocean and walked out and out and out, across the small cliffs and inlets kept busy fighting the turquoise sea.
it was a perfectly warm and clear day, but in typical Irish fashion a massive storm dropped down out of nowhere. we only noticed when it started to rain frigidness, and as we started laughing and running for the faraway car I snapped this.
I love how much we look alike, and remembering the feelings behind our skull-cracking smiles. the crazy joy of where we were, what we’d seen and heard and done, the fact that my parka was ALWAYS in car when it rained, and that we knew we’d come back home again.
cause what’s a story without company.