{some shots from Ireland or why I haven't been blogging}

In Ireland, they get poems from actual factual excellent poets like Eavan Boland for their memorials, instead of turning to Hallmark. or Maya Angelou. yeah, I said it. :)

holy cow. this is Knowth. 4,000-year-old burial grounds.

this is the head of St. Oliver, martyred in the 1600s. everyone in Drougheda said "you must go see the head! ye must go see St. Oliver's head!" so we did.

We didn't go to Belfast.