To be yourself

In a world of daisies, be a dandelion –

And when they think I am gone,

I will resurface in the fall.

You will feel me in the wind,

And taste me in your wine.

The words I leave behind,

Earthy, and nutty and pleasingly bitter,

You will keep close to your heart –

I was a simple dandelion,

That opened with the morning sun and,

Closed up at night.

I watched the world from up close and,

I was happy –

To be yourself; to know, that you are yourself,

In a world filled with fears,

Is truly a noble thing.


Dedicated to Lyra Mckee


Photography by mad-eye-view

The Jealous Man and Woman


The “Jealous Man and Woman”, one of the many relics of Ireland.   

Who was jealous of whom? The couple lie in their tomb with truths far from our reach. Layer upon layer of mystery . . .

 . . .climbed up high, to capture details as the sunlight fell onto the stone figures; could such warmth soothe a heart or two?



Trim. Co. Meath

Photograph:David Martin



Cadaver Stones

A funerary monument of a stone 7ft in height, dating from 1520 to commemorate Sir Edmond Golding and his wife Elizabeth Fleming in Saint Peter’s Churchyard – There are less than 10 cadaver stones left in Ireland and, three of them are in the Drogheda Co. Louth area

What happens to our bodies once buried . . . a crude reality of Gothic beauty.




Photograph:David Martin