I still miss Ireland.  Everyday.  I know now that it won’t go away, this longing to go back.  And I guess I don’t want it to.  Even though I cry sometimes when I look at photos, hear a voice message from my friends, eat a piece of Brown Bread smuggled in from my suppliers or even hear a (real) Irish accent on T.V.

I’ve thought about why this is.  Is it because there is some sort of bewitching power there left over from the Pagans?  Because it really does feel like a physical pull.  This would explain why Irish Americans still cling to Ireland so strongly.  Or is it because my camera came alive in a new way to me there?  I went from recording the life of my little family to seeing beauty everywhere and then capturing it.  My camera was always with me and opportunity was always there.  Maybe it’s a little of both… Either way, I have photos that can take me back whenever I want.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!