The Tower
Leaves rustle, light flickers. In isolation she sits…
Trees protect and shelter, at one with the movement of her breath
In isolation she waits
Shadows lengthen and deepen, night falls
In isolation she sleeps
The Winding Stair
echoes from long ago
were these pictures taken in Ireland? they are beautiful
Thank you. Yes, Glendalough. Many of my photos are from England and Ireland, both from when I was a child and more recently.