view of small pond and ancient stone chapel

An Afternoon at Tobar Phádraig

This small adventure was taken pre-COVID19 following the advice of a local in Clonmel, Ireland. It wouldn't make the "Ireland's top tourist destinations" and, in all likelihood, neither would Clonmel. Perhaps that's the beauty of it. Somewhere, near the village of Clonmel, tucked between the rolling fields and lanes of Co. Tipperary Ireland, stands an …

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Thanks for the “Outstanding Blogger Award” Nomination

Thanks a million to The Travel Architect who kindly nominated me for the "Outstanding Blogger Award." And thanks for making us laugh with your CS3NiT2TWS disease. What I like about this blogging award, and why I chose to participate, is because, in a time of seemingly endless quarantines and restricted travel, it brings people together …

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Folk on Foot – Music, Conversation, & Nature

In my memory, it always starts the same.  A voice — deep, and Scottish — rolling out across the empty space, "Out here, there is no time…. Time is our imagination." Then, comes the violin.  It lingers, and lilts, filling the spaces where the words have once been.  I hang every sound; follow them across time …

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Has COVID-19 Changed You More Than You Thought?

The mountain laurel are blooming, and I find myself taking more time to stop and admire them.  Did I do this pre-COVID?  Did I pause to admire the delicate cup-like shape of their whitish-pink flowers?  Or wonder if the heavy rains helped them bloom more profusely this year? I also find myself noticing more bird …

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These Things Shouldn’t Happen…But They Do

I was walking through the small, Scottish village on my way to a trail that would take me up through the bracken and into the hills where the pines of the eastern Cairngorms still stand tall. He was painting a house.  His drop-cloths were spread out, a ladder was propped against the cute, two-story building, …

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