Glendarragh, the valley of oaks. This is where, 30km south of Dublin, I went in search of my roots. My Irish grandmother, who died in 1999, lived here for a few years before emigrating to Switzerland. Through photography, I tried to immerse myself in her story. In rural Ireland, the rhythm of life is set by the weather. The places are full of strange objects, and the people seem to have stepped out of a fairy tale. The surrounding nature, wild and mystic, gives the impression that it holds the secrets to life.
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