Ireland’s Savage Beauty
Behold the wonder of Ireland’s West. For centuries, Connemara has entranced poets, authors, and artists, who have captured her beauty in their works so it may live on forever. It seems she may yet be immortal, as modern photographers document her rolling hills, bogs, cliffs, and forests daily. There are few places more magical than the top of Diamond Hill at daybreak or along the beaches of Errislannan or Lettergesh. The wilds of Connemara bring memories of times long past that are preserved and celebrated in this magical region. From hill to shore, she may become your muse.
Words and pictures cannot fully translate the beauty of Connemara; one must experience her in person. Until that time may come, we hope to offer a small window into her life:
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
— Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist
You use a glass mirror to see your face: you use works of art to see your soul.
— George Bernard Shaw, Back to Methuselah
Connemara is a savage beauty.
— Oscar Wilde
is a state of light.
Of fluent sky, flayed rock
and flowering bog.
Of storied lake and inlet
and deep song.
Of wind and wild.
— Michael Cody
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