By Sean Fagan
Brief Homage to Mountains in Winter
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I love the barren openness of Ireland's mountains, even during the maelstrom of winter.
My favourite moments occur when I sit a while - watching cloud shadows pass over distant slopes...
or watching a bird soar - a dark speck drifting in the tall sky...
or listening to the rush of a mountain wind or the gentle tones of a mountain stream.
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These places may be tree-stripped landscapes barely recognisable from their former, richly-wooded glory - but they are not lonely places.
They still have a great spirit about them.
For myself, there is a sweeping grandeur to them but sometimes they feel bleak and desolate - eerily indifferent to my presence.
Its all part of getting to know them, to understanding the essence of a mountainous landscape.
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