This photograph captures a doorway between worlds: a narrow waterfall falling into a rocky pool, its mist and moss suggesting both ruin and refuge. Rooted in the karst landscape of Fermanagh’s river caves, the image conjures the secluded, cinematic places frequently used to stage high-fantasy drama—private, elemental, and quietly monumental.
A narrow column of water unspools from moss-wet rock into a dark basin, a liquid tongue that both speaks and seals a threshold between the visible world and the deeper country of the Sidhe. In this image the waterfall is not only a geological act but an aperture—an invitation for those who listen to step lightly across the veil into Tír na nÓg, a place where time pools and memory runs backward. The spray becomes incense; the wet basalt, an ancient doorway scored by rivers and story; the fallen leaves, offerings carried from the ordinary shore into a hidden court of light.
Let the photograph sit like a promise: an elemental place that keeps its secrecy unless you are willing to step closer, breathe the mossy air, and imagine what it would mean to follow the water into another kind of time.
This photograph captures a doorway between worlds: a narrow waterfall falling into a rocky pool, its mist and moss suggesting both ruin and refuge. Rooted in the karst landscape of Fermanagh’s river caves, the image conjures the secluded, cinematic places frequently used to stage high-fantasy drama—private, elemental, and quietly monumental.
A narrow column of water unspools from moss-wet rock into a dark basin, a liquid tongue that both speaks and seals a threshold between the visible world and the deeper country of the Sidhe. In this image the waterfall is not only a geological act but an aperture—an invitation for those who listen to step lightly across the veil into Tír na nÓg, a place where time pools and memory runs backward. The spray becomes incense; the wet basalt, an ancient doorway scored by rivers and story; the fallen leaves, offerings carried from the ordinary shore into a hidden court of light.
Let the photograph sit like a promise: an elemental place that keeps its secrecy unless you are willing to step closer, breathe the mossy air, and imagine what it would mean to follow the water into another kind of time.
