It’s early January, and 2018 is still shiny and new and cold, and I pull in 5 miles from Clifden to get a photo of some mounds of gravel that have been piled up by the N59. I’m hoping to get something that is Connemara but not cliché, something that I can’t visualise, something I’m…
The Dark Half. If you were to cut a year down the middle, right through the belly, it would make sense (in the northern hemisphere at least), to choose the time of Halloween. This is when Daylight Savings Time is cut from the clocks and autumn cedes to winter. It’s a transition from light to…