There are special moments where past and present merge, randomly, by where we stand at any particular moment. Is it luck, coincidence? On a recent trip to Ennistymon, County Clare, Ireland I was led into a decaying abandoned house along the River Inagh and immediately felt linear lines of time begin to blur. I had made several pilgrimages to Saint Brigid's Well and the hand made cross of rushes was in every home that I had visited across Ireland.
Saint Brigid's Cross has pre-Christian origins and is related to the sun cross. I have several variations in my own home. The crosses are traditionally made in Ireland on St Brigid's feast day, which was formerly celebrated as a pagan festival marking the beginning of spring. Many rituals are associated with the making of the crosses. Traditionally they were set over doorways and windows to protect the home from any kind of harm.
There was a certain undefined reverence in this moment that I can only muster in this photograph.