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Solitude
A fisherman sat by,While on his line in calm reposeHe cast his patient eye.As he sat, and hearken’d there…Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Equine Delights
‘Twilight and a pair of curious horses on Croaghaun Hill are silhouetted against the misty blue Comeraghs’ an extract from Waterford, A County Revealed
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Ripples
The wind that ever is with mystic mightA spirit ripple of the Infinite.…Victor Hugo
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Atlantic Evening
The wind has swept from the wide atmosphereEach vapour that obscured the sunset’s ray;And pallid Evening twines its beaming hairIn duskier braids around the languid eyes of Day:Silence and Twilight, unbeloved of men,Creep hand in hand from yon obscurest glen.…by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Graphic Beauty
An image from my dust covered, ancient archives. Originally shot on film in the 1970s, processed in the 2020s, with shades of Erwin Blumenfeld’s 1950s.
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Companionable Evening
The wind has swept from the wide atmosphereEach vapour that obscured the sunset’s ray;And pallid evening twines its beaming hairIn duskier braids around the languid eyes of day…Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Reach…
Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’Into the future I want to fly like an eagleTo the seaFly like an eagleLet my spirit carry meI want to fly like an eagle‘Til I’m freeFly through the revolution… Steve Miller The skies the limit: on that optimistic note I’d like to wish everyone a peaceful and contented 2023
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Anna Liffey
The River Liffey, flowing through the centre of Dublin to Dublin Bay, aka the Anna Liffey, possibly from an anglicisation of Abhainn na Life, an Irish phrase translated into English as “River Liffey”. Shot from the Ha’penny Bridge, evening light reveals the Millennium Bridge and Grattan Bridge behind. And out again I curve and flowTo…
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One Midsummer Morning
A simple still-life with hints of Spain, a straw hat, glass of red wine and an opened illustrated copy of “As I walked Out One Midsummer Morning“, by Laurie Lee, English poet and novelist, and a descriptive, richly lyrical memoir. The book is a sequel to “Cider with Rosie” which detailed life in Gloucestershire after…
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Bottle Poetry
In the French department of Languedoc-Roussillon, vine leaves bring summer to a spectacular end with beautiful colours. And a bountiful harvest of grapes for ‘bottled poetry’. Two excellent reasons why impressionist’s loved living and painting there…
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Old Environmental Thoughts
Many years ago, aged about 12, I became interested in bird watching. Browsing through nature books in my local library I came across a book published the previous year. Called “Happy Countryman”, I took it home. The first few words of Roberts’ lyrical and atmospheric writing forever hooked me into natural history. The wonderful descriptions…
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Abode
Within that cavity aloftTheir new home they fixed,Formed with materials neat and soft,Bents, wool, and feathers mixed.Four ivory eggs soon pave its floorBy William Cowper
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Growling Sea
Down on the shore, on the stormy shore!Beset by a growling sea,Whose mad waves leap on the rocky steepLike wolves up a traveller’s tree;Where the foam flies wide, and an angry blastBlows the curlew off, with a screech;Where the brown sea-wrack, torn up by the roots,Is flung out of fishes’ reach…By William Allingham… Image from…
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Coumshingaun Lough
A beautiful, quintessential glacial lake in County Waterford’s Comeragh Mountains, Coumshingaun Lough is a habitat of peregrine falcons, ravens and the elusive nightjar. A delightful peaceful place it wasn’t always so tranquil, especially during the life of William Crotty. The leader of an 18th century gang of highwaymen who like Robin Hood, stole from the…
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Whitby
Beyond the yachts, a glimpse of the Whitby Swing Bridge over the River Esk in Whitby, North Yorkshire, England. Apart from its links to Dracula, the town is also famous for Captain Cook who moved there from Staithes where he had been an apprentice to a draper. The young man was besotted by the sea,…
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Beached
The shadowy splendour of an autumn skyWas radiant with the hues of parting day;The glorious sun seemed loth to leave the west,That glowed like molten gold–a saffron seaFretted with crimson billows, whose rich tintsGave to the rugged cliff and barren heath…By Walter De La Mare
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Shade
“Someone is sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago”, said Warren Buffet.