Last week I spent four whirlwind days in Killarney, and my experience there only scraped the surface of what the area has to offer.
It was my first time properly exploring Ireland outside of Dublin. Most of my time there was spent in workshops and speaker sessions for the conference I was attending, so before I left I was already planning a trip back to explore the area properly.
So much of what made Killarney so magical was hard to convey in a simple photograph.
It was the sound of feet thumping in time to the fiddle, the click-clacking of the ponies. It was the army officer turned opera singer who serenaded me to the tune of Rose of Tralee at three in the morning, and the carriage driver recalling how his granddad taught him to ride a horse in the same field we were trotting through.
It was the charm, the stories, and the craic.
And, of course, some of the magic was the food.
It was a slice of brown bread smothered in Kerry butter that’s dunked into a hearty seafood chowder alongside a dram of honey-sweet whisky (a luxury I treated myself to once a day). It was venison and steamed mussels and ice cream made from distilled Irish rain. It was white pudding and hot tea on a slow, drizzly morning.
A lot of what made Killarney so magical, though, was insanely photographable.
It was its relentless photogenic quirks – fog rolling over distant mountain tops, manicured gardens beside stately homes, and sunshine streaming through just-turned amber leaves.
I’m still wrapping my head around it all (and catching up on some much needed sleep after experiencing four whisky-filled nights of Irish hospitality in a row), but I was too excited while editing my photos not to share a few straight away.