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The first week at Cill Rialaig, I so was overwhelmed by the freedom, the silence, the pressure of possibility and my own aspirations for my work that I sort of wasted it in the entirety.

Staying at Kilreelig Village (spelled many different ways) is an antidote to our times. I hit my limit in January, the stressor overload simply too much from the years before covid, covid itself, the climate, the long overdue racial reckoning, and now the crisis in Ukraine.

Yesterday I started off, driving over the mountains behind my house to St Finian’s Bay and the again over the next and on to Portmagee, the two sets of mountains making up the outer reaches of the on the Skellig Peninsula where I am living.

There are places whose beauty defy photography, which can be frustrating, as a photographer. Or you can relax into the immersive impossible beauty and occasionally shoot from the hip, embracing the novelty of an experience which cannot fully be captured or conveyed. And so instead you simply are present.