In April, when my husband hijacked my to-do list with a trip to Ireland, all my friends told me they “couldn’t wait to see all the pictures” (after all, a photographer does take pictures wherever she goes, right?), but even their enthusiasm couldn’t overpower the exhaustion that checked obligation with my baggage and left it at the claim.
Unless I could see beyond what I supposed to see and come alive, I wasn’t going to touch my camera.
I went to Ireland too many years tired.
To read the rest of my first real writing about my Ireland experience, please visit TweetSpeak Poetry for this incredibly special feature. I’m honored and to be sharing these first Ireland images there.