Wednesday, April 29, 2009

aghadoe

did you miss ireland? please welcome it back.


on our way out of killarney, we stopped in this tiny town called aghadoe. i actually don't remember why we decided to stop here. i believe it was mentioned in our guidebook, and since it was on our way out of town, we decided to pay aghadoe a visit. we stopped near the top of this hill that provided us with a gorgeous view of the surrounding countryside. and, as meagan commented on my last post, ireland really is this green.

we also saw the remains of the very old aghadoe church. and in true irish fashion, parts of the remains were just there, mixed in with relatively modern buildings and homes.

and were also to be found peaking at us from behind the trees...

of all the ancient buildings we saw in ireland, this one was seemed the most aged and depressing. it sat there undisturbed and crumbling, as if forgotten for ages.

the door was really the only part of the church that stood out as being more than just a pile of stone. it made me wonder how vibrant its colors were hundreds and hundreds of years ago when it was built.

remember st. canice's in kilkenny and its old graveyard? aghadoe church had a rather large and extensive graveyard, as well. and even though it was, again, depressing and decrepit like it's church, i found this graveyard to be even more solemn.

i'm still not sure why this place struck me the way it did. it's odd feeling so sad as you wander a place that seems so forgotten, and yet feel overwhelmed by intense feelings of reverence and holiness. i spent a while wandering this graveyard taking pictures and letting its atmosphere envelop me.

some graves were build above ground, which i found interesting, and made me wonder how long they had been there.

most of the gravestones were too deteriorated to even faintly read. it made me feel sad for those who lay forgotten to time.

or perhaps they are remembered by some. as you can see in the background, new graves were mixed in with the ancient ones, some as new as this decade. it gave me hope that while i cannot know who the graves belonged to due to the damage of time, somebody knew who these irish men and women were. and they were not forgotten.

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