In the little island of Ireland, the sea is often rough and the wind can blow wild across the rugged landscape. There are few grand cultural and historic monuments such as you find on the Continent. Yet a great many people are strongly attracted to the place. Some are drawn by the spirituality, particularly the Celtic myths popularized by W.B. Yeats. Although Ireland has been dominantly Christian for many centuries now, the ancient gods and goddesses, fairies and leprechauns remain with them as well. It seems there are invisible beings around Ireland. As a photographer, who by habit only grasps visible things, I arrived at this edge of the world at the end of a journey. When things become stagnant, new things no longer rise up in the center, but come to light only in the margins. The edges of Ireland seem untamed, but at the same time they are fertile ground for new imaginings. Calm little towns and straightforward people touch the traveler’s heart. Leaning into the wind blowing across this emerald isle, I felt as though I could see the invisible.