Take a windy autumnal day, an off-shore wind, some acceptable waves, a stoic bunch of people with surf boards and that’s Tramore Strand. Originally fronting a humble fishing village, it developed rapidly with the arrival of the railways in 1853 into a popular seaside resort, a place where the sea has always been a majorContinue reading “Surfeit of Surfers”
Watching the watchers: in the Sunny South East of Ireland, the seaside resort of Tramore began life as a humble fishing village, that developed rapidly with the arrival of the railways in 1853. …for the subject of the watcher’s attention – see tomorrow’s post…
…in the old part of Frigiliana inhabited by the Moors before and after the Reconquista.
The contemporary roads of Ireland. Not yet a refuge for wildlife, but caught in the right light the ring road around Waterford City has a 21st century graphic ambience…
Or the old roads of Ireland. Boreens, the early roads that criss-crossed the island of Ireland.
More cute than ugly, but that’s the description Danish poet and author Hans Christian Anderson dreamed up for his cygnets. This family of swans however, reside on a pond in Llanfairfechen, a coastal town in North Wales.
Stepping out of church gloom into the bright Andalucian sunshine of Comares, a lovely, Moorish, white village, located in the foothills of the Montes de Málaga 703 meters above sea level.
Rising out of the gloom is a staircase in the Church Mayor of Santa María de la Encarnación in Alhama de Granada, a beautiful Moorish white village in Granada Province.
A solitary silhouetted figure wandering through the remaining ancient cloisters at the Benedictine monastery of Saint-Guilhem-le-Désert, in the Languedoc-Roussillon region of France. Dating from between the 9th and 17th centuries, the missing columns and capitals featured carvings that recall Roman sculpture with acanthus leaves and grotesque heads peering out, including figures at the Presentation atContinue reading “Cloisters”
“There are no lines in nature, only areas of colour, one against another,” said Eduard Manet, but forgot to tell shop front designers in Dingle, County Kerry, Ireland
Cattle ambling along the sea’s edge of the Cunnigar, a 5km sand spit, jutting out across Dungarvan Bay, in County Waterford.
Winter comes to the Mediterranean…
Also known with affection as The Little Yellow Train, Le petit train travels through stunning alpine scenery via small villages frozen in time.
A little way from Avignon’s Palais des Papes featured in my post of two weeks ago, are some Trompe L’oeil wall paintings of historic French people gazing out of what would-have-been blank windows. Realistic figures keeping a friendly “eye” on the passing young lad. While a 21st century street camera is also watching street activity…
Fishing implements silhouetted in the lagoon at Gruissan, in Languedoc-Roussillon, France.
The “Samson” was a floating crane-ship under tow from Liverpool to Valetta in Malta. On 11th December 1987, when the towline snapped in a south easterly gale just off the Welsh coast, the crew of two were rescued by R.A.F. helicopter and the vessel was left to drift.
A lifeboat under a somewhat enhanced super moon over the Irish Sea, returns to it’s base in Clogher Head, a fishing village on the County Louth coast in Ireland.
Nestling below clouds and mountains, the hilltop town of Castel del Monte is part of the Gran Sasso and Laga Mountains’s National Park.
The main gate of the Palais des Papes in Avignon, Provence-Alpes-Côte d’Azurin, Southern France, a fortress, palace and the seat of Western Christianity during the 14th century.
Sunset falling over the Rock of Cashel, just like my first glimpse of it back in 1979 and still etched in one creative corner of my brain. It took a while, 30 years, before I could recreate that first impression. The Rock, also known as Cashel of the Kings or St. Patrick’s Rock, in CountyContinue reading “Spiritual 1”