...something already etched into bone and blood, waiting to be recognized. The landscapes here are ancient and unhurried: cliffs unravel into restless seas, hills roll endlessly under weather that shifts by the minute, and stone walls stitch together a history that is both rugged and tender.
Photographing Ireland felt like listening to a language I’d always known but never spoken. The sheep scattered across green fields, the sudden appearance of a hawk suspended in wind, the patient gaze of horses near the roadside—all of it mirrored a sense of belonging that was as much emotional as it was visual.
This body of work isn’t just about land and sea; it’s about lineage. Each frame holds both the weight of ancestry and the lightness of discovery, a way of seeing where past and present converge. In these images, I look for traces of home—not the one I grew up in, but the one that has always lived within me.
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