When you have nothing more to say, just drive
For a day all round the peninsula.
The sky is tall as over a runway,
The land without marks, so you will not arrive

 

But pass through, though always skirting landfall.
At dusk, horizons drink down sea and hill,
The ploughed field swallows the whitewashed gable
And you’re in the dark again. Now recall

  

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The glazed foreshore and silhouetted log,
That rock where breakers shredded into rags,
The leggy birds stilted on their own legs,
Islands riding themselves out into the fog,

 

And drive back home, still with nothing to say
Except that now you will uncode all landscapes
By this: things founded clean on their own shapes,
Water and ground in their extremity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you're not from Ireland, hopefully this gives you a sense of the love affair we have with this place; the air we breathe here; the stark beauty and often wild terrain. We love these images of you wearing L&C in Donegal Shannen. A moment in time of an 'Irish Summer.'  Thankyou. x

 

Set in Donegal Town Area, Murvagh Beach, Lough Eske, Pettigo Road, Donegal Bay and Portstewart Strand. All jewellery Lines & Current. 

 

Photos by Shannen Daly in a mix of digital & film 35mm Old Nikon fg-20 using Porta 800 & Ultramax film. All jewellery from the Lines & Current Collection.