La Kid, Sleepy after a Week in Dublin…

… takes off for her return trip to DC.

La Kid Wakes Up to Sunny Skies and LOTS of construction cranes in…
… Dublin.
La Kid does Christmas in…
Mother: Heron-Watching at Lake Wilde, Columbia, MD. Daughter: Photographing Beautifully Tangled Limbs at Howth, Ireland.
La Kid at …

… Donegal’s Silver Tassie

…for a friend’s wedding.

La Kid, Portmarnock, in a SWIMSUIT.

Because the weather today
in Ireland is dreamy.

La Kid Turns 27.

La Kid Currently Surfing…

… in Ireland.

La Kid Plays Golf at Dun Laoghaire.

She took this picture.

Snapshots from Ireland

La Kid joins New Dublin Voices.

La Kid Looking Very Blue Eyed and Blond…


… in Dublin yesterday, with a friend
who’s visiting from the States.

La Kid Under INSANE Irish Skies…


… at the Cliffs of Moher
five minutes ago.


He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly to himself:

—A day of dappled seaborne clouds

The phrase and the day and the scene harmonized in a chord. Words. Was it their colours? He allowed them to glow and fade, hue after hue: sunrise gold, the russet and green of apple orchards, azure of waves, the grey-fringed fleece of clouds. No, it was not their colours: it was the poise and balance of the period itself. Did he then love the rhythmic rise and fall of words better than their associations of legend and colour? Or was it that, being as weak of sight as he was shy of mind, he drew less pleasure from the reflection of the glowing sensible world through the prism of a language many-coloured and richly storied than from the contemplation of an inner world of individual emotions mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose?

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

La Kid…


… fashionably freezing
her ass off at a music
festival in Ireland.

La Kid – Looking Very Fetching – in Dublin this evening, with …


… her friend Colm.



La Kid is as we speak bouldering
at Glendalough, Upper Lake, Ireland.

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