Bovine curiosity, silent watchers, chewing on the dunes.
Flags slap, safety assured, the wind smacks, a sharp welcome to all.
Cold calling, the ocean’s song, music from where the sky and waves are one.
Cream and white, the bubbles dance from frenzied foam, to the wind they are lost again.
Ciaran Burke
Golden Strand Beach 1st November 2017 Green waving with the wind, grey resists while gold and white take to the air, to […]
Stradbally Cove 7th August 2017 The river feeds silver and gold, passing gaping pirate caves. A seaweed line awaits the returning sea. […]
Laytown 15 th August 2017 A wide open sand, the retreated sea far away, languishing seaweeds clinging for life on rippled hills […]
Quilty 23rd August 2017 Below the cliff, strata of the old world rises through the sand. Life hangs on, muscles with all […]
