A flock of lambs playing in an endless cycle of runs and sudden stops, lightened by the rays of a crimson and leaden sunset ...
The musicality of two old fishermen comparing small yet big facts of the day in a language which is a bridge between the past and the future ...
The light of a constantly variable sky, dragging in its moodiness green hills, golden beaches, turquoise waves, silvery lakes and streams .....
The wind pushing rusty sails in a brave confrontation with the bursting force of the sea ...
The mist cloaking the island in an a shroud of mystery and magic...
The cosy scent of burning turf spreading in the air, thick with music and nostalgic memories .....
Emotions. Sensations.
Connemara