Where Cork, Limerick and Tipperary converge, the woodlands and streams of Ballyhoura unfold in layers of mist and soft light, each passing moment illuminating the landscape in a new light. Here, I try to capture its natural beauty, from the many fungi growing in the humus underfoot and the mosses and ferns growing on the moisture-laden tree-barks, to its mountains and valleys, at sunrise as the rising sun dissipates the cool, moisture-laden air announcing a new day, and at sunset as it bathes the landscape in a gold-tinted patchwork of reds and yellows until the sun dips below the horizon at day’s end.