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Archive for December, 2017

Images from 2017 – Winter days in the local landscape


Images from 2017 – Summer time in Ireland


Images from 2017, A picture of Springtime

A picture of Springtime 2017

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Images from 2017, April – A weekend in Glasgow


Images from 2017, March – New life

Springtime 2017
Colour returns to the Woodlands
Kilkenny
Nigel Borrington


Images from 2017, February

A winters morning
The river Suir
County Tipperary
February 2017
Nigel Borrington


Images from 2017, January

Otters on the river Suir
Nigel Borrington

In January , I spend sometime capturing images of a family of otters on the river Suir, county Tipperary, this was great fun and one of the highlights of the year for my own nature photography.


Happy Christmas everyone ……

Snow covered Landscape
Happy Christmas
from Ireland

Happy Christmas to everyone including all fellow bloggers, friends on Facebook along with anyone looking at this post.

I hope you have a great Christmas day and wonderful Holiday period, all the best !

Nigel …


The week of the Winter Solstice: The Sun Starts to move again after standing Still on the horizon.

End of the Winter Solstice 2017
Nigel Borrington

Today the 24th Christmas eve marks the first day since the 21st that the Sun can be recorded as having moved its position when it setting, on the Horizon. The word Solstice itself means “standing still” and it is an amazing fact of nature that for the three days that follow the shortest day of the year in the North, the Sun does not change the position that it falls below the horizon at in the evenings.

Here are some more details about the Solstice on the web site Space.com : The Sun Stands Still

To mark this event here are some of my sunset images posted here on my blog over the last two years ….

Galley of sunsets


Poems for Christmas – A Country Boy in Winter By Sarah Orne Jewett

Images for Christmas
Nigel Borrington

A Country Boy in Winter

By Sarah Orne Jewett

The wind may blow the snow about,
For all I care, says Jack,
And I don’t mind how cold it grows,
For then the ice won’t crack.
Old folks may shiver all day long,
But I shall never freeze;
What cares a jolly boy like me
For winter days like these?

Far down the long snow-covered hills
It is such fun to coast,
So clear the road! the fastest sled
There is in school I boast.
The paint is pretty well worn off,
But then I take the lead;
A dandy sled’s a loiterer,
And I go in for speed.

When I go home at supper-time,
Ki! but my cheeks are red!
They burn and sting like anything;
I’m cross until I’m fed.
You ought to see the biscuit go,
I am so hungry then;
And old Aunt Polly says that boys
Eat twice as much as men.

There’s always something I can do
To pass the time away;
The dark comes quick in winter-time—
A short and stormy day
And when I give my mind to it,
It’s just as father says,
I almost do a man’s work now,
And help him many ways.

I shall be glad when I grow up
And get all through with school,
I’ll show them by-and-by that I
Was not meant for a fool.
I’ll take the crops off this old farm,
I’ll do the best I can.
A jolly boy like me won’t be
A dolt when he’s a man.

I like to hear the old horse neigh
Just as I come in sight,
The oxen poke me with their horns
To get their hay at night.
Somehow the creatures seem like friends,
And like to see me come.
Some fellows talk about New York,
But I shall stay at home.