Under the Spell of the Bog Path
So once we began walking - and walking - and walking, we decided just to stop right there and paint. Laziness (and a lack of sleep the night before) might have prevented us from seeing the actual bog, but the incredible peace and beauty of Ireland captured our hearts as soon as we were unpacked and set up.
Verdant fields, wildflowers four feet tall, blackberry bushes for miles. A mowed path through it, curving gently, inviting eyes and feet to follow. Birds everywhere. Insects, sure. The occasional enthusiastic dog bounding through. Quiet walkers, deep in their own revery.
Hours passed before we knew it. We were lost in the peace of the path, painting meditatively. Direct light (I am learning - the worst kind for plein aire painting) and yet somehow it was diffused enough to create soft loveliness.
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