photos by Jane Steger-Lewis
I swiped these stunning images from Blog From The Bog, the blog of Jane Steger-Lewis of aforementioned I Love Mayo. If I could steal away right now, it would be to this quiet patch of earth overlooking Clew Bay. I always want to escape New York around St. Patrick's Day because I am never quite sure how to act or what to wear, or how not to act or what not to wear. I don't want to be a downer on other people having green-beer-and-corned-beef fun, but I also don't want anything to do with green beer or corned beef. Most of all, I don't want to overthink it all; it seems so petty when there are real problems in the world. I bet I wouldn't overthink anything if I was facing Jane Steger-Lewis' view. I also wouldn't hear kids from Long Island throwing up on their kiss-me-I'm-a-stereotype t-shirts; I'd hear Yeats ...
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
from "The Lake Isle of Innisfree" by William Butler Yeats