In a second floor window above the busy street, a lamp displays its finery. Ballyvaughan, Ireland.
A single tulip grows in the VanDusen Botanical Garden, Vancouver, Canada.
Colourful rocks line the shores of Barnabawn, a remote point in the Atlantic. County Mayo, Ireland.
These gravestones stand at Turlough Abbey, a site possibly founded by Saint Patrick. Little remains of the original buildings, but the grounds and round tower are preserved as a National Monument. County Mayo, Ireland.
Sad tributes lie slumped against a monument in St. Nicholas Pluckley Church cemetery. Kent, England.
Few tulips remain after harvest of fields in the commercial flower region between Haarlem and Leiden. Here growers use a mulch of straw not to keep the soil warm but to trap cold below the earth. In the western Netherlands.
A day ends at the Tate Modern Gallery with pieces from over the world. After viewing a plain, unframed mirror hung as art — named and labelled — as was a pure grey rectangle with absolutely no texture, sensory overload finally took its toll.
Unexpectedly, this fractured window pane’s lines — anonymous and unlabeled — became fascinating. London, England.
Drips and splats on a shipyard floor in Port Guilvinic. Brittany, France.
On a backstreet, where once were artists’ studios. Bruges, Belgium. (Google translates the scrawled message as “a little artistic city colors its vacancy”. Make of this what you will.)
Tiny flowers decorate the ground.