JOURNEYS, PART 14, THE RUSTLING

  Rustle rocks, the night has murmured to the soul; Peace cannot rest in the shade for long, it seeks but a sanctuary for a season, Eden could not flower forever, there were other fields waiting to be found as fertile, other apples begging to be tasted, other counties where curiosity wasn’t a closure to […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 14, AT THE RISING SUN

  Sandy shades of dust speckle the ground and gallant tones of green dot the landscape from which the scent of olives ooze, before mixing with the aromas of musk, distant Morocco and the comical smell of burning tires. At dusk, I was driven by a blind taxi driver, judging by his driving, along a […]

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ESCAPE TO THE SOUTH, FRAMING FRANCE

  A weekend in Marseille, Frioul, Cassis and the hills and beaches of Calanque… Frioul Archipelago Marseille seen from the Frioul and the island of If, from The Count of Monte Cristo Vieux Port, Marseille  Calanque View from the restaurant in Calanque  Calanque de Sugiton Backstreet of charm in Cassis Pastis before brunch All photographs […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 4; LITHE LIGHT

  The clouds quieted the stars above as I, on bended knee, bowed to the river and into its flow, in the growing light, let my hand slip beneath its movements, under its motions and waited to watch as its sway of waters waltzed over, moved through and flowed onwards, while never stopping, never straining, […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 3; THE CLIMB

  For every cracked climb, unconsidered but compulsory, that catastrophic clamber over chaos and confusion, there also comes the slide into smoothness; that paved path, pure and polished, an offer of an anchor before the next convulsion of the course. All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly Photograph taken at the National Park of […]

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TO COME CURIOUS

  We take slow steps into the sweet water, watch the current caress the dark rock, the volcanic roar no longer rupturing, its rage now rocked to slumber by this single shore. I lose my shirt to time’s tide and this shimmering sand, I lift it up and feel the weight that washed over it […]

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