A look back at the Emerald Isle

In less time than it took to fill up 24 exposures I felt like I had found my home at long last.  
The grass really does seem to be greener on the other side. Perhaps it’s all the rain? The emerald contrasted nicely against the gray skies while the fresh scent of moss rode on the sea breeze. There seemed to be ample opportunity for the sun to sneak out from behind the clouds. As I walked along the shore cliffs gazing at land’s end, I imagined this land long ago when castles were alive and ships prepared for long voyages. It was easy to forget the hustle and bustle of the real world when entrances to forest paths reminded you to watch for fairies. I quickly decided this was one of my favorite places and I wished upon the quartz found buried on the beach that I’d see Ireland again.

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