
walking past old bog scarred and broken landscape; quiet desperation Colin Myles

walking past old bog scarred and broken landscape; quiet desperation Colin Myles

walking along beach before restaurant opens; the Sunday tourists Colin Myles

the narrow boreen opens up to Atlantic; welcome cooling breeze Colin Myles

high tide running out to the mouth of Galway bay; rocks pebbles emerge Colin Myles

grey clouds stacking up on the northern horizon; refill fountain pen Colin Myles

soundless lapping waves someone's ace of spades ringtone; wagtail bops his head Colin Myles

red Valerian by sweeping driveway entrance; I keep on walking Colin Myles

white clouds floating by look like luxury pillows; put the wine away Colin Myles

we are in May now; the sweeping misty drizzle continues to fall
Colin Myles

under blazing sun yesterday's puddles dry up; potholes look bigger
Colin Myles