Robert's Ramblings

If this were a Grimm fairy tale I could imagine myself calling up to my beloved Rapunzel to let down her golden hair so that we might be together.

But this is not a story book tale. It is my gorgeous bride standing watch for my return from the the old tower of Dromoland Castle. The call would not be a whispered shout from the garden below but a text message on a mobile phone announcing I would be climbing turret stairs back to our room for the night.


Photo: Robert Rath, ‘Day 539, My Rapunzel' 6s f/9.0 ISO640 25mm