It is strange how some things become etched in our minds from a simple moment in time. When I took that photograph of Doolough Valley. back in 2003, I had no idea how much that single photograph would sear itself into my mind. I didn't even know where it was. I'd been just out driving around Mayo enjoying a break.
But years later the image still haunted me as somewhere I wanted to revisit and this time to do it justice by creating some beautiful images of it. I had no idea if I would be able to find the pace again. But providence seemed to have her hand on our journey because we found a lovely remote cottage outside Louisburgh. After unpacking, we decided to do some reconnaisance and just drive around the area. Pulling out of the driveway, I decided to take the road directly in front of it. Five minutes later, I was here.
Take some time and read the history of this place. I was humbled and awestruck when I learned of the awful tragedy that took place here.
I have seen many many photographs since of Doolough. But I thik that certain places need to be photographed at the RIGHT time. Sunny blue skies don't convey the sadness. But I hope that I have captured that feeling of sad foreboding that will do justice to the sad story hundreds whose lives ended in this place because of the selfishness of Man.
About 10 minutes drive from our cottage, I found this old abandoned cottage at Tawnmackan. It just oozed character. I'm sure that it could have told us many stories about the people who used to live in it.