My Remedy.

Driving through Glen of the Downs this morning was a heavenly experience. There is something about the way the low winter light collides with the bare winter trees. Everything just seems to be effused with golden pinkness. It was like a haze that drifted overhead, oblivious to the great river of traffic below, as we snaked through the valley. We are so blessed to be surrounded by such an abundance of beautiful, broad-leaf, native trees.
On our journey this morning I kept seeing magical photo opportunities that I had to let go of. The morning madness is reaching fever pitch. Only two more days to go.
But: everyday I get to drive through somewhere like Glen of the Downs, or Delgany valley, and be submerged in whatever show the light or weather has to decided to put on that day. Or I can experience the feeling that grips you when, driving along, suddenly, in the distance, you catch a glimpse of sunlight on water. The magic may flash by some days, but it's always there.



Walking up the avenue at Avoca.