I was wrong about one thing: I didn't really think of this Blog at all. In fact, I'm thinking about it now because a friend said she'd logged on and found I'd been long remiss in contributing. Can't have that!
When I was quite young, I left central Texas and went to Yellowstone Park as a cabin maid. I was most interested in sending home pictures, as I'd never seen anything like the Rockies in my life and felt sure that nobody in my family had, either. I took a camera to the edge of the lake, at just about sunset, and squinted into the frame.... and decided against that shot. It didn't include the mountain crest to the left. I aimed left and thought better of that one as well, because it didn't bring in the color reflected on the water. I turned all around the panorama, pointing the camera and rejecting one shot after another because I just didn't know what to isolate in a picture.
And that's where I am with a report on the holy places in England and the west coast of Ireland. What parts of them will I isolate with a descriptor? And what descriptor might that be? We should all be exposed to the varieties of that beauty and just hope that something of it will remain in the memory of our mind's eye when we're back to real life: the colors grouped together in the rocks and wildflowers and sheep, the patterns in the mountainsides, and the immortal souls of pirates and saints who will always hover over the sea, its shores, and its mudflats.
I'm home now, but probably not totally. I think that if you go to Ireland, you'll never really go home again.
PW
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