Summer dress of Connemara – a tale and photographs

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When I was a small I was asking “What is life, mom?”.

You see life is me and you, this bird, that tree and flower – she was answering to me.

from the song of Dżem “Naive questions”.

Summer came. Connemara has dressed in juicy green and now looks like a land of hobbits. Fragrant, soft, blissful.

The road is a charming tunnel of trees and then waves like a graphite ribbon between thrills.

I stop in the valley, there are Early-purple Orchids smells of freedom. I jump into the grass, sheep bleat at my fingertips.

Above me the mountain. Tufts of sedge under the feet and grey boulders warmed by the sun – have been here for centuries. I counted ten different types of mosses on their bellies. One moss is like a dark brown fur, another has a red-copper hue, it is also silver one which is harsh and look as if frozen in lava.

I jump over the lustrous stream and land on a wet heath. Next I climb on the cliff ledges, grabbing tufted hair grass  with my hands.

I glance down, where a little sheep runs to her mother on sphagnum carpets. Her bleating touches my heart. Finally I sit under the sky on the craggy peak.

Lake Corrib and all shades of happiness shine on the horizon.

All photos by @Maciek Doczyk. Wszelkie prawa zastrzeżone.

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4 Comments Summer dress of Connemara – a tale and photographs

  1. Alodia1949 17 June 2020 at 19:24

    dziesięć rodzajów mchów mnie powaliło 🙂

  2. blue tram 17 June 2020 at 19:38

    Też byłam zadziwiona, jest nawet bordowy i beżowy. 🙂

  3. Joanna N. 3 July 2020 at 20:16

    Uwielbiam mech, mnie też rozwaliło 10 rodzajów 🙂 W ogóle jaki fajny blog, ciesze się, że tu trafiłam.

    1. blue tram 4 July 2020 at 14:03

      Dziękuję, Joanno i bardzo się cieszę! Mi również podoba się Twój blog i zamierzam zaglądać do “atramentu” 🙂 Pozdrowienia serdeczne!


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