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Slemish

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cropped-Glenwherry-Slemish_2.jpgThis was the photo in the Header when I wrote this Post

 

Legend would have us believe that Slemish was the place where St Patrick was brought as a young boy by his captors, to tend sheep. Since I am not that old, I cannot swear by this story. 😉

The weather up there in the wilds of County Antrim can be very unpredictable. By times you might have all four seasons on the one day.

Poor Patrick had no thermal underwear, waterproof leggins or hiking boots. There were no thermos flasks, GPS or Quad bikes to help with looking for lost sheep.

My header photo above and the one below are taken from the same spot, at most a few feet apart. They are from different years and seasons. All I have done to the photos is crop them.

Slemish 2

Slemish

If I give you the dates, can you tell me which photo goes with which date?

A. 22nd January 2009
B. 22nd August 2012

Over to you….

I found them!

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Yesterday after a long slow start, the foggy mist dissolved to allow the sun shine through. it was like a real spring day, allowing me to enjoy a walk, plenty of chatter, hugs and even a birthday kiss. Boy, does that do an old girl’s heart good. 😀

I even celebrated with coffee and a slice of chocolate cake before I headed up the hill and homeward.

The setting sun was actually visible on my horizon for the first time this year. I unlocked the back door to capture the moment.

Quickly transferring my efforts to the laptop via a card reader, an unusual pop-up appeared just above the clock on my desktop informing me there were six photos and immediately deleting……. the pop up disappeared!

I searched my folder for them, but alas they were gone. I replaced the card in my camera and switched it on to find the card was empty. 😡

It was only before shutting up shop for the night, that I discovered a folder on my desktop, dated 10-03-2014 and it contained the photos.

Then I found another conundrum. the photos were much smaller than usual. Grrrr!

Below are the best of the six:

10-03-2014 sunset_1

10-03-2014 sunset_1

 

10-03-2014 sunset_2

10-03-2014 sunset_2

Now to find out what has happened to my camera settings. Is there a mouse in my house playing games with me?

The Healing Tree ~ Part 2

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Long time regular readers will recall my series of weekly sculpture posts. I love sculpture and enjoy researching the results of the pieces I find on my walks and journeys through the year. For new readers, you may find these posts in the category drop down over in the sidebar, under Sculpture.

On Thursday last, I had a comment from Brian Connolly, a sculptor, whose work I have featured several times. His comment this time was addressed to Alice at My Wintersong, in relation to his piece The Healing Tree.

The Healing Tree

The Healing Tree

The Healing Tree.

Alice’s Comment:

That would look super in my garden. What do you s’pose they’d take for it? All kidding aside, art that makes you think about it and remember it has already accomplished. Who cares about utility.

Brian’s reply:

Alice I know you commented a long time ago, but your instinct is very close to the reality of the artwork’s development! The original idea was for a private garden and I had proposed to cast the family around a tree. The idea was too radical for the father and I did not get the commission at that time!…. but it did lead to this artwork for the Antrim Area Hospital!
Brian Connolly

 

Perhaps it is a timely reminder to lift the lid on the topic Sculpture once more. I like to take the photos myself, even though they may not be of as high a standard as Barbara, my niece at Day One or Ed Mooney at EdMooneyPhotography.

I do have two pieces in my camera, both taken on my last visit to Dublin at the beginning of February. My brother took me out for coffee to Kildare on a dreary dull day. The torrential rain obliged only long enough for me to take a few photos.

It has been a dark & miserable winter and I long for better weather and permission to get behind the wheel again to sally forth on my voyages of discovery.