photography project by Ciaran Burke – Ciaran Burke

Mermaid’s Cove

Below the dark grey linesnothing marks the sand that is a cove for a timeshelled colonies sleep during […]

Castletown Beach, Co. Sligo

Built by a forefather, the stone gable unmoved iron eaten by salt, torn by wind.Below, he rounded stones defend […]

Magheramenagh Beach, Co. Sligo

Magheramenagh, 26th may 2018 Dry sandy ribs line the still wet greyand forgotten pools reflect the timeless stonessurrounded […]

Ardmeen, Co. Sligo

Ardmeen 26th May 2018 A mind in dark cloud, thoughts too many, too loudserenity found in a line […]

Kilpatrick Beach, Wexford

Kilpatrick Beach, 20th May 2018 Stripes of white in black, red in wine, stains of pink and golden […]

Streedagh Beach, Co. Sligo

Streedagh Beach 25th May 2018 On four wheels we raced after an elusive sun, but our star could […]

Duffcarrig Rocks, Co. Wexford

Duffcarrig Rocks Beach, 20th May 2018 A conversation, enquiry taken by the breeze.Strip of shingle, shards of shells, […]

Rosses Point, Co. Sligo

Rosses Point, 25th May 2018 Dying its daily death, spreading its last fiery breath over the water, casting […]

Kilmore Quay Beach, Co. Wexford

Kilmore Quay Beach 17th March 2018 The horse trails, the evidence. A solitary soul, the witness. The harsh wind […]

Ardmeen, Co. Sligo

Ardmeen 26th May 2018 A mind in dark cloud, thoughts too many, too loud, serenity found in a […]

Garryvoe Beach, Co. Cork

Garryvoe, Cork, 31st March, 2018 Eroded sand, entry sliding to the sea, Coated with a blue mirror, white […]

Dooagh Beach, Ross Guill Penninsula, Donegal

Doagh Beach 3rd January 2018 Storm Eleanor howled and enraged the ocean, who threw turquoise tantrums, frothed white […]

Sruwaddacon Bay, Rossport, Co. Mayo

Sruwaddacon Bay 2nd November 2017 A solitary shell, open, empty, unwanted; filled with the gases we call air. […]

Golden Strand Beach, Achill, Co. Mayo

Golden Strand Beach 1st November 2017 Green waving with the wind, grey resists while gold and white take […]

The road rambles into the decline, One way to go, nowhere else to be. The fresh water hurries to meet the sand, to wash with it to the sea. Golden stretch in stone green embrace beneath a blanket of grey, Torn to reveal a flash of blue, and a golden promise behind the hill.