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5 Images for the week , Tuesday : Working the Land

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Working the Land, Farming in County Kilkenny, Ireland
Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Working the Land

By far the biggest industry in county Kilkenny is farming, The main land use is grassland, dairy farming and tillage farming especially around Kilkenny City and in the fertile central plain of the Nore Valley. Conifer forests are found on the upland areas.

5 Images for the week , Monday : A Damselfly

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A Damselfly along the Kings river,
County Kilkenny,
Wildlife Photography : Nigel Borrington

I took this Image of a Damselfly while on a Walk along the Kings river , County Kilkenny.

This Wonderful looking Damselfly was just resting on a leaf as I walked past and stayed long enough for me to get some great images.

9 Images , As September calls on Slievenamon – Tipperary

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As September falls on Slievenamon,
County Tipperary
Irish Landscape Photography: Nigel Borrington

Yesterday I took sometime off a went for a long Walk around the Foot hills of Slievenamon, County Tipperary.

It was a wet and misty day with fog hugging the slopes and hanging above the rivers that flow at regular intervals from this mountain side. It felt like the Fall is very close and I cannot wait for the wonderful Browns and Golds to start. Heather and Bracken will soon turn golden brown along with the trees.

The great thing about this mountain is there is always something happening all the year around, maybe we will get some Snow again this year!

As September calls on Slievenamon – Tipperary – Gallery

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The Hill, a poem by : Jode Cox

A view of the hills county carlow
Mount Leinster
Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

The Hill

by : Jode Cox

The road keeps getting longer
the farther that I walk
A head wind seems to push me back
I don’t have the breath to talk

My lungs they burn, my heart it pounds
My throat is getting dry
I see a looming hill ahead
And now I want to cry

To you this hill may seem small
To me it is a mountain
I don’t want to ask you for help
I keep going as fast as I can

I slow with every footstep
Until I have to stop
I find a way to busy my self
To pretend there is nothing wrong

A view of the hills irish landscape.

To admit this trouble to you
Is to admit it to myself
I don’t want to ask of others
I want to do this myself

I feel this is all my fault
If only I could heal
The shame I feel at every gasp
This journey has become too real

If only I was stronger
This disease I could have fought
It silently crept up to me
The illness I don’t want

Each day I am able to do less
No matter how hard I try
For now I can only do my best
You don’t even understand why

A view of the hills..

I used to run and jump and play
Nothing too hard to do
Now the smallest task I take
I must ask for help from you

You think I don’t see the resentment
The bitterness in your face
You think I chose to be sick
To give up on my life in this place

This hill is not enormous
The one you gave to me
I will make it to the top
I will do it just for me

The Occultation of Orion, Poem By : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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The Orion (constellation)
Photography : Nigel Borrington

The Occultation of Orion

By : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I saw, as in a dream sublime,
The balance in the hand of Time.
O’er East and West its beam impended;
And day, with all its hours of light,
Was slowly sinking out of sight,
While, opposite, the scale of night
Silently with the stars ascended.

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Like the astrologers of eld,
In that bright vision I beheld
Greater and deeper mysteries.
I saw, with its celestial keys,
Its chords of air, its frets of fire,
The Samian’s great Aeolian lyre,
Rising through all its sevenfold bars,
From earth unto the fixed stars.
And through the dewy atmosphere,
Not only could I see, but hear,
Its wondrous and harmonious strings,
In sweet vibration, sphere by sphere,
From Dian’s circle light and near,
Onward to vaster and wider rings.
Where, chanting through his beard of snows,
Majestic, mournful, Saturn goes,
And down the sunless realms of space
Reverberates the thunder of his bass.

Beneath the sky’s triumphal arch
This music sounded like a march,
And with its chorus seemed to be
Preluding some great tragedy.
Sirius was rising in the east;
And, slow ascending one by one,
The kindling constellations shone.
Begirt with many a blazing star,
Stood the great giant Algebar,
Orion, hunter of the beast!
His sword hung gleaming by his side,
And, on his arm, the lion’s hide
Scattered across the midnight air
The golden radiance of its hair.

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The moon was pallid, but not faint;
And beautiful as some fair saint,
Serenely moving on her way
In hours of trial and dismay.
As if she heard the voice of God,
Unharmed with naked feet she trod
Upon the hot and burning stars,
As on the glowing coals and bars,
That were to prove her strength, and try
Her holiness and her purity.

Thus moving on, with silent pace,
And triumph in her sweet, pale face,
She reached the station of Orion.
Aghast he stood in strange alarm!
And suddenly from his outstretched arm
Down fell the red skin of the lion
Into the river at his feet.
His mighty club no longer beat
The forehead of the bull; but he
Reeled as of yore beside the sea,
When, blinded by Oenopion,
He sought the blacksmith at his forge,
And, climbing up the mountain gorge,
Fixed his blank eyes upon the sun.

Then, through the silence overhead,
An angel with a trumpet said,
“Forevermore, forevermore,
The reign of violence is o’er!”
And, like an instrument that flings
Its music on another’s strings,
The trumpet of the angel cast
Upon the heavenly lyre its blast,
And on from sphere to sphere the words
Re-echoed down the burning chords,–
“Forevermore, forevermore,
The reign of violence is o’er!”

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Croke Park, Dublin : Kilkenny V Tipperary , 7th Sep 2014

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Croke Park, Dublin
GAA stadium located in Dublin, Ireland
Photography : Nigel Borrington

I took the images here while spending a little time watching and photographing the Grounds men of Croke Park Dublin at work.

They are getting ready for the GAA Hurling, All Ireland, Senior Championship 2014 Final on the 7th. Kilkenny will face Tipperary once again in a battle between neighbouring counties.

Here is a detailed history of the Finals between these two side : Kilkenny V Tipperary

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Borris House , County Carlow

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Borris House, county Carlow
Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Borris house In county Carlow, is one of Ireland most historic homes as are the Mcmorrough Kavanaghs family who currently still own this wonderful country Estate.

I have visited here many times and was lucky enough to be given a full tour of the grounds and the inside of the house by the owner, while preparing to shoot my first wedding day in the grounds back in 2009.

The images in this post where taken on a somewhat overcast morning in the spring time, I think the softlight added to the atmosphere in and around the grounds.

Borris House History

The ancestral home of the Mcmorrough Kavanaghs, High Kings of Leinster, Borris is one of the few Irish estates that can trace its history back to the royal families of ancient Ireland. Set in over six hundred and fifty acres of walled private park and woodlands, Borris House retains its place as the centrepiece of the locality.

Originally an important castle guarding the River Barrow, Borris House was rebuilt in 1731 and late altered by the architectural dynastic family, The Morrisons, chiefly Richard and William. Externally, they clothed the 18th c house in a thin Tudor Gothic disguise, adding a crenellated arcaded porch on the entrance and decorating the windows with rectangular and ogival hood-moulds.

The MacMorrough Kavanaghs

No family in Ireland can point to a more ancient pedigree than the Kavanaghs. They can trace it back to the dawn of Irish history. Tradition, indeed, carries it far beyond that limit – to the legendary Feniusa of Scythia, coeval with the Tower of Babel, whose descendants, having wandered into Egypt, found their way back again to Scthia, and thence to Spain, from which country Heber and Heremon, the 2 sons of Gallamhy or Milesius, crossed over to Ireland, reduced it to subjection and divided it between them. From them sprang lines of Kings ruling over the 5 monarchies into which the island was split up.

Borris House Gallery

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