Tuesday 14 August 2012

Lets go for a walk down the bog road


the bog road...


 walking amid tree shadows...


 past a deserted house...


and some wild flowers...



In his mind, his fields become presences;
The feel of their colours, the brace of their walls
Have greened his mind and tempered his heart.

For the Farmer ~ by John O'Donohue

Thursday 2 August 2012

Fluich agus scamallach. Wet and cloudy.



Listening to the aimsir (weather in Irish) on the radio. The words fluich agus scamallach mentioned more than a few times. And the same squelchy sounding words heard for the weather forecast for the coming weekend. Fluich agus scamallach walking - with a yellow umbrella - a wish for sunshine!