Slope of earth, bowl of sky. When the world is so big the shadows of the clouds are small in your vision, and the scope of the horizon has no reference.
I loved my time driving through Ireland. Most cities and towns were so small and quaint; leaving them and spending time in the rolling country was a bit of a shock, measured against the size of the cliffs and the lone rocks and the long valleys and the never-ending inclines and descents. Criss-crossing the country over and over again, I passed so many stretches like this one... beautiful vistas with sprawling clouds, dappled with shadows that could encompass entire villages in velvety shade.
I drove a lazy loop around Errigal Mountain on my way to Castle Glenveagh. Gliding along the dips and swells of Éire was hypnotic and stunning. I find myself coming back to these pictures today, when I have such a strong desire to run away from the quick, choppy anger and pettiness of people to just feel small and languid.
I imagine being enveloped in these clouds and folds and pushing down my sunglasses and driving through Ireland today. Despite the simplicity, these prints (especially the last two) have been some of the most popular that I have been sending to people around the world. I love the power that pictures have, that nature has, that the joy of discovery and the open road can gently hum right into your bones as the wheels spin and the pavement warms in the sun. These boulders, some the size of buses, are sprinkled delicately through the foothills, and my mind just can't quite understand it all at once.
If you've also had one of those days, I hope you've got an experience like this to draw on to stretch you out and slow you down... but if not, then I'm sharing this one with you, from the heart. 🖤
These photos and words are my own work, inspired by travels all over this pretty blue marble of ours. I hope you like them. 🌶️
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