There are days when you see a thousand images in just one single place that you flit passed and take for granted on many an occasion.
This gate on the back road from Dunmore East to Tramore often beckons but I never stopped before to just be there and let it speak to me.
It speaks volumes and in a universal way. Yes, it is in a special place to me but it could be almost anywhere.
I found myself lured into lines from Irish poet, Peter Fallon, from his poem ‘Go.’
Then go beyond the reach
of road, lane,
beaten path, or set
of single prints,
deep into the realm