There were two things that my mom wanted to stop and photograph over and over (and over and over and over) again while we were in Ireland. Really old cemeteries. And sheep. Oh, the sheep!
The cemeteries were a bit tricky, because she usually said something like, “Ohh…we should’ve stopped there for me to take a picture.” Or, “I really want to get a picture of an old cemetery before we leave.” You remember what the Irish roads were like. It’s not like making a U-turn or even seeing far enough in advance to know an old cemetery was coming was really an option.
On our ‘repositioning’ day from Ashford Castle to Bushmills, Northern Ireland, I saw what looked to be a good size cemetery coming up. I decided this would be a good opportunity to pull off and let her take whatever photos she wanted. I waited in the car, because I didn’t share this fascination. Guess what I learned when she got back in the car?! This wasn’t just any cemetery! This was the cemetery where William Butler Yeats is buried! (You know – the Irish poet and 1923 Nobel Prize in Literature winner?) And guess what we learned? He died in France in 1939, but in 1948, his body was moved to County Sligo, Ireland. Apparently, that’s where he always wanted to be buried.
Of all the old cemeteries in Ireland we could’ve visited, it looks like I chose one of the best ones!
Now, with the sheep, there wasn’t a single best place to stop and capture a photo. No, no. This was more of a constant on our trip. Don’t get me wrong – the sheep were really cool. They’re roaming around on huge, vast amounts of land without a human in site. They’re spray painted all kinds of colors for someone to differentiate them. There were SO many baby lambs following their mamas. And of course, they had the most incredible backdrop. All of these things made my mama REALLY excited about capturing as many of them in photographs as possible. I wish I kept track of how many times we stopped, but also how many times I was asked to stop and how many sheep references took place during our trip. It was A LOT.
Despite giving her trouble, this obsession led to a lot of beautiful photos of sheep grazing…with incredible views, I might add!
And of course, I had to capture one photo of the photographer in her element! Running along the side of the road in her boots to capture the perfect picture!