Lough Tay, Ireland
The valley opens up to reveal a lake that has been all but swallowed. The rolling green hills that surround it are spotted with violet lavender flowers that ripple and wave with the cool summer evening breeze. The trees barricade the beach, locking it into quiet seclusion down below the steep paths. A glimpse of a ripple in the water reveals it not to be still glass, but rather the finger painted silhouette grafted by the same hand as the milky gray clouds above. Somehow the rocks adjacent look as if they are retreating from the beauty, defying nature to climb out of the liquid and up to the heavens for a better view. Here tranquility comes to rest in its search for self-awareness.