credit to Linda Arthur Tejura
Once upon a time we lived in Ireland – this photo was taken in County Wicklow. A younger man is in the foreground. (My husband of 50 years – he was age? at the time of this photo)
A special day in Ireland. January 6 – Women’s Christmas. Ladies take a bow and a rest. Celebrate!
Fethard, County Tipperary
Just gorgeous – a photo from Ireland taken by Vincent Kennedy
I just love this photo which I found on the Stories from Ipswich website. It reminds me of Ireland although my image of cows coming home in Ireland would not be in such a flat landscape. The Irish cows would be coming along a narrow country lane in County Kerry near Brandon in the West of Ireland.
What could be nicer on a fine summer’s day or evening? The lawn bowling green is to the right in this aerial view of the Blackrock Bowling and Tennis Club in Dublin. Sometimes I’m homesick for lawn bowling!!!
I’ve been to Clifden many times. One of my favorite spots in the West of Ireland.
I first visited Clifden in Connemara, Ireland in 1971. I never noticed anything to do with a railway back then. I was on honeymoon so maybe I had other things on my mind.
We revisited to celebrate our Ruby Wedding Anniversary in 2011. It’s odd how a railway which closed in 1935 should seemingly reappear more than fifty years later. Or maybe it was me that changed!
If you haven’t been to Connemara it will be hard to imagine how this little town, with a population of just over 2000, can be so important. The truth is that it is very much the only town in Connemara and it serves as the capital of this large area. As a result it has streets of shops – far more than might be expected. It has hotels and facilities for people. And for just forty years it had a railway to connect…
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This triggered many thoughts of hay bales in Ireland. Will write soon.
Hay bales are my lily pads. I watch the light on them when I run: the angle, the strength, the warmth. Depending on the time of day, the season of year, the color of the sky, the life on the ground, the hay bales look different every day.
Growing up, I made the drive from Savannah to Athens a thousand times with my family. I always loved to see the hay bales in the fields, dotting the hills as if dropped with parachutes from the sky. Plopped wherever the bale happened to have enough hay and the baler strapped it up and abandoned it. There was no order. No pattern to the bales on the hills, but the bales themselves are so tidy. This appealed to me then and it appeals to me now, the tidiness of a bale of hay. Something that swayed in the wind and covered the…
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We saw the most amazing Nature program on KCTS9 last night. The photography was absolutely amazing. A gentle hushed approach to the River Shannon in all 4 seasons. Made us think of David Cabot and Bill Oddie and the most famous of all Richard Attenborough.