Here’s a picture from Coomakista Pass, Kerry. It’s about five miles from where my dad was born, and the family had gone for a cousin’s wedding. The wind was tremendous, but you can only tell in the wispy clouds. The Pass is pretty much at the tip of the Ring of Kerry, looking south to Cork. It’s an impressive place--the light sparkling, the shadows falling, the blue was a bit stronger and the greens a bit deeper, but I think this is kinda cool, too, where the waters are blending together. I like this memory for sure! :)
Good Stories, Well Told
“I like a good story well told. That is the reason I am sometimes forced to tell them myself.” — Mark Twain