Buttermilk Walk, Galway, (osm)
I ran in some trouble after stopping for this image, being accused of utter insensitiveness by my eldest daughter. But then, hers is a different world. I can’t see everything in a detached way, but being aware of my helplessness confronted with the utter bestiality happening permanently in the world, the corpse of a dove does not move me too much. And I don’t close my eyes any more when facing inevitable reality.