August 31st, 2005

me: ooh!

What's craic?

Hi. After the longest and possibly most satisfying personal grooming session I think I've ever had, I'm back online from scoping out potential island lairs Ireland. What'd I miss? You know, besides hurricanes and embarrassing police confessions about the Stockwell tube shooting. Comments are screened, so link away.
me: ooh!

A sight I could watch every evening for the rest of my life.

As I begin the laborious task of sorting through my images and typing up my journal entries (don't worry, I'll backdate them as usual), I want to share one image.



This is the sun setting over Malin Head, the northernmost point of Ireland, a remote and isolated place. The kind of place where the pub sells wood adhesive and cement in addition to pints and cigarettes. The kind of place where the air tastes of salt and you can always hear either the wind or the waves.

Or a souped-up Honda Accord doing 160 km/hr in the dark down a wet, pothole-laced, single-lane road with no street lights.

Anyway, it's gorgeous.