The beauty of transience

in ireland


I’ll be dead some day, dead and gone and left to decompose in a hole in the ground. Everyone has their time. But what’s more beautiful than transience? You have a summer day, and then it’s gone forever. It’ll never be again.

Ruined house in Sandyford Village, Dublin


A Summer of Running

in running

Achill Half Marathon

in running


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