“Whereas during those months of separation time had never gone quickly enough for their liking and they were wanting to speed its flight, now that they were in sight of the town they would have liked to slow it down and hold each moment in suspense, once the breaks went on and the train was entering the station. For the sensation, confused perhaps, but none the less poingant for that, of all those days and weeks and months of life lost to their love made them vaguely feel they were entitled to some compensation; this present hour of joy should run at half the speed of those long hours of waiting.”
― Albert Camus, The Plague
Even the emptiest of landscapes can fill my soul. The most barren can often be the most beautiful, evoking and inspiring, begging for their cold open spaces to be filled with the warmth of imagination and memory.
Lough Beg, Toome, Co. Londonderry.
Acrylic, Powder and Ink with Digital paintwork.