Wednesday, September 15, 2010

In Love


I have stumbled upon my drug, my muse:
color, and the Irish landscape.
All sense of time has vanished, evanesced into the mists.
Here resides my heart, the core of my soul.

8 comments:

  1. I'm not surprised. Beautiful landscape, beautiful people, beautiful Guinness. What more could you ask!

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  2. Holy moley Cro...I posted this just seconds ago!

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  3. You are fortunate T, first to know what you want and then to have it.

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  4. Yes, Jacqueline, believe me, the gratitude I feel towards the universe to be able to experience this is profound.

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  5. T...we all benefit when you put that kind of gratitude out there. It's nice to bear witness to it. Certainly helps to balance some rather unpleasant aspects of my life at the moment.

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  6. well, I'll say you've found it!!! These images are beautiful - lonely and stark, but lush somehow, too. Hmmm. You are a creative soul and I Iove that you express both through words and visuals. Love to stop by and see what the T. is up to.

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  7. You guys are back in Ireland? Are you Irish? I have to get my O'Hara man over there. It's too beautiful, like your pictures. Are those paintings you did?

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  8. Thank-you, sweet Tara!

    Catherine....we've been over here for three weeks, heading home next week...
    Irish, American, etc. Those are not paintings, but digital images, my current obsession. Glad that you stopped by!

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