FRESH PERSPECTIVES AT THE MIDWAY MARK

  I pulled a seat up along the far side of the first hill of this midway through life’s climb and sat myself towards country, having been stripped for so long like bare bark by too many cities. Green blood poured upwards from your soil onto my skin until there was nothing left to separate […]

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VREEMD OF MISSCHIEN NIET (STRANGE OR MAYBE NOT)

  She was called Éireann, even in Holland, (misschien vreemd, ik weet het) though she was greener than I ever was, back then, with the mud of the land still caked into her guards while I was off and running, ever forward, adding guards to my guards till I saw the earth was round when […]

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GOLDEN HARMONIES

  Sight sees, on Sundays, beds of bowing sunflowers, bowing in beauty, not weeping from weary, caught under careful clouds; to comfort, not to crush, sweet simplicity in growing gardens, growing gold, going on, going green. Sight sees, on Sundays, harmony reigning majestically. All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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IRELAND, THE EMERALD AND I

Reposting this oldie about Ireland for Saint Patrick’s Day And again I found myself, of a morning, that morning, on a winding road, once more, meandering like a stream, before it opened up to unveil a vast expanse of stillness where brook and lake entwined, where rugged roads wandered into wilder woods and the light, […]

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Balmoral, Scotland

Blue in Green It could have been Ireland, but for the purple haze of heather that dusted over the mountain tops while heavenly hues of blue danced on the waters surrounded by bonny bushes of gallant greens. Sunday morning, suit and tie, best brogues, hair downed with brill cream, walking up to the church door, […]

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