A white-washed cottage sat on the edge of a dirt road. Not another structure in sight. The road wound through Connemara; a land of bogs, loughs and ponies. Camera on a tripod, I focused.
The blue door opened. A pretty woman appeared. Clinging to her skirt was a little girl, adorable. A trash can, on the step, taken inside. The mother smiled, the child waved; Irish hospitality and a photograph of humble beauty.