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I maintain Daniel's website, and took many, many photos while he was making my whistle so that I could use the photos to update his site. Here are some that I quite like, both as neat shots and as a wonderful little progression over the course of the whistle. It also captures the feel of his workshop, which is something I'm hoping to bring to his ( Read more... )

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I changed my mind when I saw the bartender's smile, and decided to stay. Late 30s, a short mess of dirty blond hair, pale blue eyes, he had one of those smiles that has so much mirth and life that it makes you giddy. Dad has one of those, Peter did too. If nothing else came of that afternoon in Mother Kelly's, Dublin, while waiting for my flight to ( Read more... )

August 4, 2006


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( And I walked up on high, and I stopped at the edge to see my world below *
and I laughed to myself as the tears rolled down *
cause it's the world I have known *
what's the world I have known? )

I have left Knoydart. I said my goodbyes in the pub except for Daniel, who walked me to the end of the pier steps in the rain and waited until I was too small in the distance to make out. The feeling of packing, goodbyeing, and getting on that rib in gale winds was all so sickeningly complete. I did indeed see Inverie disappear like Brigadoon. Now ( Read more... )