What's Left Behind
On a recent trip to the Beara peninsula in Ireland’s West Cork, I drank in the landscape of sea, rock boundaries and a constantly shifting sky. However, what drew me in were the bits of stone, wood, house and graveyard that reflected changes wrought by time and weather.
I see each of these remnants as wishes for eternity. There is a pervasive sense of memory embedded in those bits left behind even as they are transformed daily, dancing with decay and shading what is remembered.
