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Saint Patricks Day in Ireland is a lot like Mardi Gras in Saint Louis, only without the nudity.
This stone dolmen is located in the Burren and was built around 2500 B.C. That means that around the time of Methuselah, this thing was erected.
Even way back in Irelands history, Kings have considered the Cliffs of Moher a tourist attraction. This tower was built to allow safe viewing of the cliffs.
Taken on Saint Patrick’s Day, waiting for the parade to come down through downtown Galway.
Another view of Irish scenery from that cemetery in Rosscarbery. Of the time I spent there, I think that half hour in that cemetery was what I enjoyed most. I just love the very very old feeling and the beauty of the celtic crosses and gravestones.
Fishing boats in Ireland are called Hookers. In fact, later on I have a photo of one moored that was called the "Happy Hooker". This one was out for some reason while we were crossing Galway Bay on our way to the Aran Islands.
These towers have a name, but I forget what they’re called. They were used to watch the sea, and were built in defense of a potential invasion by Napoleon Bonaparte, who they thought might use Ireland as an invasion point for England.
This photo seems to elicit the idea that it is confident, facing the future of whatever comes with complete surety. It is bold, and worthy of such a pose.
A closeup of one of the crosses that serve as gravestones in the cemetery there in Rosscarbery.
The view of the coast of Inishmoor from Dun Aengus is stunning. Really, words don’t begin to describe…
We were able to finally visit a cemetery on Saturday. I took a good number of photos, many of which you will see here. I titled this photo “Forgiveness” because the perspective puts the cross in the position you would see it if you were kneeling in front of it.…
Friday, March 17th — I haven’t written anything down since the Aran Islands. The following morning on the 14th, we took a day just to relax. The riding on Inishmoor wore us both out, and I was begining to feel a little like I was going to come back from…
A note about the photo first: I edited this one a bit more than I usually do, because this is what I saw in my mind and imagination. I’ll post the companion shot for this one later. Now the journal entry: March 14th — Woke up this morning feeling crappy…
March 13th–Galway is nicer than Dublin, less crowded and thus feels less frantic. The size of the town is something I feel I can put my mind around. Its funny, traveling. So much newness almost puts me outside myself. Its a feeling of being unable to quite process all I’m…
Here are my journal entries, as I wrote them. I’ll be posting my journal entries with the photos to provide a little context. March 12th — Where to start. The flight was tolerable, though I didn’t sleep as much as I needed to. The customs people in Manchester were snippy,…