In these days of rampant selfie-ness taking a shot of wallflowers seems to be, er, well … not hip? And no, I do not claim to have done a very artistic thing here. I was just walking along this long, high wall behind the school in Oldcastle (County Meath) and there they grew. So snap.
Old stones, fresh bloom, a combination I cannot resist but marvel at. Also the hardiness of these flowers (and no, I do not know their name), the way they carve out an existence, surviving on a bit of dirt, fresh air and water (the latter quite plentiful in Ireland). Should be an example for us all. Well, swap water for beer and dirt for pizza and I’m signed up. Five a day and all that.
Sometimes taking images of things just because they are there seems better than hunting for that elusive shot. And more real. And an image of the country as it is. Warts and all.