In Ireland, the ocean is everywhere.
Sometimes hiding in the mist…
History hangs heavy in the ocean air, like breath moistened by a story.
In rough weather…
Or calm…
Whether watching intently…
Or only vaguely aware of it…
You can still smell the salt in the air…like a ghost.
You can feel it like a heartbeat…
And hear it like a lullabye…
Copyright 2012 text and photographs Naomi Baltuck
NAOMI BALTUCK ~ is a Contributing Editor and Resident Storyteller here
at Bardo. She is a world-traveler and an award-winning writer, photographer, and story-teller whose works of fiction and nonfiction are available through Amazon HERE. Naomi presents her wonderful photo-stories – always interesting and rich with meaning and humor – at Writing Between the Lines, Life from the Writer’s POV. She also conducts workshops such as Peace Porridge (multicultural stories to promote cooperation, goodwill, and peaceful coexistence), Whispers in the Graveyard (a spellbinding array of haunting and mysterious stories), Tandem Tales, Traveling Light Around the World, and others. For more on her programs visit Naomi Baltuck.com
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Thanks, Naomi! I am smiling and my heart is warm.
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Beautiful photos. I can smell the sea and the fog in them.
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Cliffs of Moher? I adored my time in Ireland…it’s as dramatic as its storytellers. No, likely it spawns the dramatic storytellers. Great eye, fine taste and delightful company. Thank you, Naomi.
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Reblogged this on E’n’M.
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Some beautiful photos of the Emerald Isle:)
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Thank you!
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