In the summer of 1957, I traveled with forty other children to the Gaeltacht in Connemara to improve my Gaelic. This trip became a pivotal period in my life. Connemara, with its wild Atlantic Ocean and endless bogs, barren yet beautiful, captivated me. I fell in love with the landscape and thought it the most beautiful place in the world. In 2004, I was accepted to a residency in Pouch Cove, Newfoundland. Upon arrival, I experienced a strange sense of déjà vu. The land profoundly affected me, triggering memories of that time in Connemara. In 1957, the cultural distance between Dublin and the Gaeltacht was as vast as, or even greater than, the Atlantic expanse between Connemara and Newfoundland.It is hard to find words to describe the beauty, the stillness and for met the connection between these two landscapes on the borders of the Atlantic Ocean
Random images taken when walking along head lands, some in the middle of what appeared to be uninhabited space.