LA MERE ET MOI

Last weekend my mother and her two sisters, the identical triplets of Lusk, Co Dublin, the women who shaped my life, came to visit me in Paris for my mums birthday. Mum has been celebrating her birthday abroad with me since I first moved to Paris in 1997, and then to London and then to […]

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PICTURES OF SAN FRAN; AFTER ARMISTEAD

A tour of San Francisco in search of the shadows of Tales of the City, the epic Armistead Maupin series of novels, begun as a regular feature in 1974 in the San Francisco Chronicle newspaper and following the lives of a group of family, friends and foes, career go-getters and castaways spanning over 40 decades […]

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PARIS PAST; YEARS GO BY

  Years go by and I’m still here, remembering. Years flying by feeling like minutes in my mind; a decade lost in the passing, like I’ve fallen forward through a gap in time. Years in between and yet that first morning still so fresh, waking up into a home I’d gate crashed; the Irish abroad; […]

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POCKETS OF TIME

  I have crossed many oceans and have known few limits, I have travelled many roads and have folded my favourites into pockets of time, stored in a hundred boxes, marked with a thousand names who have touched me, sealed with a hundred souls who have moved me, taped with a dozen men who may […]

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THE BENCH ALONG THE WAY

And the leaves leaned back by the bench beneath the branches to let the light linger longer on the memory now maintained when two sat together and dreamed of the distance they had yet to discover. All Words and Photography by Damien B. Donnelly Photograph taken in the Jardin du Palais-Royal, Paris

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CAUGHT IN THE CONSCIOUSNESS

  Curious are the occasions  you come into consciousness,  like colours caught  out of season, without  a reason you slip in  between the solace  to accentuate the silence, the stillness and the distance.   Curious are the occasions  you come into consciousness, like lyrics lost to their line, without reason or rhyme, you are mine […]

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AMSTERDAM CALLING

I heard you today  on the metro,  in the morning,  words falling from foreign tongues  as the train took me so much further  than the tracks permitted.  I heard you today in the distance, calling,  after the departure,  a language dissolving the borders  that bind us now broken  but a hold still held that I […]

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KONINGSDAG

Remembering back to before, on Koningsdag (King’s Day) My memories of life in Amsterdam, Netherlands…  All Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly in Amsterdam between 2006 and 2015

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BEAUTY IN SPACES

  There is a beauty within this space,  a creation considered to compliment the concrete, you can leave  if you like  by the stairs  or you can rest for a while on the seat.  There is a soul within these veins, a creation connected  to more than the carcass, you can leave if you like  […]

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PAST POSTS

  1 Beneath the pillars  of your past,  I posted letters  between your walls  and wondered  if they rubbed up against  the souls of your saviours, if they met with memories  that were made and measured  bruised and battered between your bricks and mortar before being buried in blood 2 How many letters of love,  […]

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