Cow

Cow

I was hoping for some nice shots of the snow but unfortunately I leave my house before dawn and return after sunset during the week and I am not off school for a whole day until Christmas Eve (talk about idiocy), so hopefully I will have a nice one for Christmas. In the meantime there is a white cow…

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Sheep Skull

Sheep Skull

(We put that rock in its eye socket). Yeah, that’s its spine trailing behind it. Unfortunately there was flesh still attached so we left it safely between some rocks but a storm moved it off. We did recover and bring home a big ram’s horn on the same day though.

Biscuit

Biscuit

Moon 1

Moon 1

Moon 2

Moon 2

Made even more impressive by the fact that an object I can fit in my hand took a picture of an object on average 384,403 kilometres away. And these do no justice to how it actually looked.

P.S. These were taken on two different occasions.

Here are another two pictures of Coole. I am unsure if I have posted either or both before but when placed together they make a very interesting contrast that shows a difference of seasons. Coole impressed and amazed me the first time I saw it ( in the winter) but during the summer I found it so vastly changed it was like a whole new place that just happened to have a feeling of deja vu. Coole Lough, which is a turlough, was transformed into a shallow pool that hardly resembled the stormy lake of February. A turlough is a limestone area with a high water table that becomes flooded by ground water after heavy rain, a unique type of disappearing lake found mostly in limestone areas of Ireland, west of the River Shannon. Most turloughs flood in the autumn, usually some time in October, and then dry up some time between April and July. {From Wiki }

I often find the inspiration behind a piece of writing almost more interesting than the writing itself. You know how some people like to visit places where a film was filmed…

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty Swans.

W.B. Yeats

The most disappointing part of the first visit was that we saw no swans. It is not just the fact that Coole and its surrounds inspired Yeats, who I have come to admire as a writer, but that ladies and gentlemen of the last two centuries strode among the same trees and looked upon the same lake, that I find fascinating.

Batman

Batman

My gorgeous kitty Batman!

Golden Field of Wheat

Golden Field of Wheat

O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

 

Except, you know, this was taken in Ireland.

Mouldy Pumpkin

Mouldy Pumpkin

So that’s what warmth and rotting pumpkin create together…

Path in Coole

Path in Coole

But it’s just so…beautiful!

I walked among the seven woods of Coole:
Shan-walla, where a willow-hordered pond
Gathers the wild duck from the winter dawn;
Shady Kyle-dortha; sunnier Kyle-na-no,
Where many hundred squirrels are as happy
As though they had been hidden hy green houghs
Where old age cannot find them; Paire-na-lee,
Where hazel and ash and privet hlind the paths:
Dim Pairc-na-carraig, where the wild bees fling
Their sudden fragrances on the green air;
Dim Pairc-na-tarav, where enchanted eyes
Have seen immortal, mild, proud shadows walk;
Dim Inchy wood, that hides badger and fox
And marten-cat, and borders that old wood
Wise Buddy Early called the wicked wood:
Seven odours, seven murmurs, seven woods.

W.B Yeats
Buttons

Buttons

A bit of bright quirky fun with…buttons! And here is a post from my other blog I did about the same buttons…for Sepia Scenes