Image 1: Combination-Taken from the bus ride here-The Disappearing Lake Combined with a Section of Trees from a few kms back
Image 2: Second horse that approached in the field nearby (details enhanced)
Image 3: Posture of first horse that approached, most likely used to people feeding him and giving him attention, very sociable, either jealous or protective of the second
Enjoy. All kinds of sounds.
Dear 2016 Ireland May Term-ers,
I’m writing to you because Scott asked me to share my experience of traveling to
Ireland in May 2009 when I was a junior at Transylvania. I graduated in 2010 as a WRC
major and studio art minor; the May Term trip to County Clare is among one of my most
memorable experiences as a Transy student. Perhaps my words might sound like
unsolicited advice or the nostalgia of an alum, but I do hope that each of you know how
lucky you are to experience a unique trip you will embark on.
Ballyvaughn and the Burren College of Art are nestled in a beautiful, mysterious region.
As far as I know, there are no street lamps to guide you back at night from the village
pubs to your cottage (unless they’ve added them since). There are a handful of local
pubs, one good grocery store, and friendly folk nestled in the rolling green hills.
Everything you hear about Ireland can be found to be true if you look hard enough, but
you’ll also be surprised in a lot of ways too, I hope.
There’s a feeling to the land, far beyond its springy grass and cracked burden rock.
When you trek through the country, or to and from the art college campus day in and
day out, you’ll feel some sort of attachment to the landscape, trees, and structures that
you pass. New is pushed right up against old— things are seldom torn down there in
favor of expansion or construction. Heritage is tangled with the fast-paced, especially in
Galway. But then on the Aryan Islands, a beautiful feeling of isolation feels perfectly
content with the misty sea air and damp chill.
Each of these feelings has a tremendous impact on your writing and perception,
creativity, and awareness of how you make sense of the world. County Clare is to be
taken in all at once. Smell it, pick and press some flowers or clovers, and venture to the
beach if you can— I still have a shell that I absentmindedly put in the pocket of my rain
jacket the day we visited. (Oh and invest in a good, warm windbreaker or rain jacket).
Enjoy your trip and be mindful of how quickly it passes. You’re in for a real treat.
Class of 2010