From Robert McCammons – Boys life.

“We all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get it the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves.”

Wild Ireland

It’s been a while since I’ve posted, truth is I’ve been working and riding my bike more than taking photos. I have also tried resisting the urge to take bike photos haha.

So here are a few photos of a wild overgrown area near where I grew up. There are some Victorian bridges and walkways also littered through this ravine.

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