Cork, Ireland

Cork breathes in color—its buildings dressed like festival flags, mirrored in the slick pavement after rain. The sky, a mosaic of amber and blue, seems to hum above the city’s slow rhythm. There’s music in the wet reflections, in the gestures of passersby wrapped in coats . Here, the ordinary becomes luminous: a street, a moment, rendered with reverence and joy. Each brushstroke speaks not only of place, but of affection—an artist's tribute to a town that glows even in drizzle. Cork is not simply seen, it is felt.