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From the sun comes the power of the wind…….

The power of the wind
Panasonic gx80
mono image
Nigel Borrington
2021

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Sunset at Carnivan beach, Fethard on sea, county Wexford

An image from a weekend at Carnivan beach, Fethard on sea

Carnivan beach, Fethard on sea, is on of my most loved beaches along the Irish coast line, located in county Wexford, it is simply stunning and offers a view along the coast towards hook head lighthouse.


The Crow, a winter time art project …..

The crows
A winters art project 2020/2021
Nigel Borrington

The Crows

A winter time art project, Digital painting created using a Wacom art tablet and taken from a photographic study of our local landscape and the Crows that have made it their winter home.

I feel today’s painting is a big step closer to the final paintings I am hoping to create, I like this composition much more than my last painting and I feel that I am now starting to represent the crows and the movement they create in our winter fields much better….


Poem – Crashing Waves and Images from the Waterford coast line ….

Images from the coast
County Waterford
November 2020
Nigel Borrington

Crashing Waves

Coming through the dreaming and the real years
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore
I shall roll on and on, and break upon your lap with laughter
And no one in the world will know where we both are.

I will be like the breeze on the ocean waves
Drinking from the breasts of the ocean deep
Dew from the glistening morning weep
And each of its longing that daybreak craves.

From side to side grows each tubular wave
Each thinking that they catch me in its worth
They allow me to completely forget
What hour comes after this instant in time.

For painful is the oceans every wave
As it doesn’t let me to sit in peace
For the days which I have taken as lease
Are passing by and leaving me alone.

Weeping clouds drifting its moments in tears
I turn to face the dark black sea to mourn
From where I find no water to save
My soul from the sound of crashing waves.

Only in my illusory freedom amidst the universal chorus
The sun shining moods that flows around its spell
Why do human souls not sing as does the sea
Why does the east wind sigh?

From the earth up to the highest stars
Unanswered is my question to this very day
A voice lamenting in the wilderness
Leaves my soul protesting despairingly.


Movement in a winters Landscape(Digital sketches..)

Movement in a Winters Landscape
Digital sketchbook work
Nigel Borrington 2020

This evenings digital sketches.

I am working away to try to capture the movement that crows make in our winter landscapes.

I have ink and acrylic sketches in my project sketchbook but this images was created this evening, using a digital graphics tablet and an application (MYPAINT). The idea is that once I have worked for long enough on getting am impression on movement into my visual memory I can start to express this in larger and longer worked acrylic paintings on canvas.

The thing I am learning the most from this project is that, the ways I can express movement will largely rely on the way each type of art medium can best be used to do so, i.e. ink and watercolour will express movement in a different way than acrylic paint will.

The main thing is its all adding up to being great fun and a very pro-active method of enjoying many different artist materials 🙂


Winter Art project … A winters Crow

A winters crow
Digital Painting
Wacom Tablet
Nigel Borrington 2020


Winter Art Project 2020/21, Crows in a winter Landscape …..

Winter Art Project 2020
Crows in a Winter sky
Digital art
Nigel Borrington


Yesterday as the sun went down …


A Morning walk by the river bank, 30km from Home ….

A Morning by the river Suir
30Km from home
Nigel Borrington 2020

Images from a great walk this morning on the banks of the river Suir, county Tipperary some 30km from home ……


Woodland Song …..

A Woodland Song
Nigel Borrington 2020

I sense suspense and peacefulness
where light and shadows loll,
it’s there my mindful heedlessness
now frees my soul to stroll.

A forest path empowers strength
that worldly cares conceal —
then demonstrates, beyond arm’s length,
a living scene surreal.

The way the arms of trees reach out
to all that share its space;
the way they wave their leaves about
and breathe wood scents I trace.

The little birds slip ‘tween the leaves
of understories, green —
where tiny fruits and bloomers tease
with scents that go unseen.

A red-tailed hawk, perched high in pine,
alerts with high-pitched call,
while restless ravens realign
in rowdy free-for-all!

There’s more that linger here unheard
that know I’m passing through;
their many eyes watch undeterred
‘til I am out of view —

I feel their spirit walk with me
and feel a sense I’m blessed;
all offer sense of reverie
and nature at her best.

If solitude shares strength renewed
and natural for free,
I’m sure to find that interlude
promotes reality.

There is no question of just when
I’ll go again to find,
that perfect place that pulls me in
so, I can lose my mind —

The woodland song, like silent friend,
knows all I can’t resist,
and there’s no need to comprehend
its soulful kiss, when missed!

2020 Joy A Burki-Watson


The way the river flows ….. (Nick Drake Lyrics “River Man”)

The way the river flows

Nick Drake Lyrics
“River Man”

Betty came by on her way
Said she had a word to say
About things today
And fallen leaves.

Said she hadn’t heard the news
Hadn’t had the time to choose
A way to lose
But she believes.

Going to see the river man
Going to tell him all I can
About the plan
For lilac time.

If he tells me all he knows
About the way his river flows
And all night shows
In summertime.

Betty said she prayed today
For the sky to blow away
Or maybe stay
She wasn’t sure.

For when she thought of summer rain
Calling for her mind again
She lost the pain
And stayed for more.

Going to see the river man
Going to tell him all I can
About the ban
On feeling free.

If he tells me all he knows
About the way his river flows
I don’t suppose
It’s meant for me.

Oh, how they come and go
Oh, how they come and go.


I dream of you, to wake, by : Christina Rossetti

Dreams of the morning light
Irish Landscapes
Country Kilkenny
Nigel Borrington 2020

I dream of you, to wake’ by Christina Rossetti

I dream of you, to wake: would that I might
Dream of you and not wake but slumber on;
Nor find with dreams the dear companion gone,
As, Summer ended, Summer birds take flight.
In happy dreams I hold you full in night.
I blush again who waking look so wan;
Brighter than sunniest day that ever shone,
In happy dreams your smile makes day of night.
Thus only in a dream we are at one,
Thus only in a dream we give and take
The faith that maketh rich who take or give;
If thus to sleep is sweeter than to wake,
To die were surely sweeter than to live,
Though there be nothing new beneath the sun.


Light between the trees poem: by Henry Van Dyke

The Light between
Irish Landscapes
Nigel Borrington 2020

Long, long, long the trail
Through the brooding forest-gloom,
Down the shadowy, lonely vale
Into silence, like a room
Where the light of life has fled,
And the jealous curtains close
Round the passionless repose
Of the silent dead.

Plod, plod, plod away,
Step by step in mouldering moss;
Thick branches bar the day
Over languid streams that cross
Softly, slowly, with a sound
In their aimless creeping
Like a smothered weeping,
Through the enchanted ground.

“Yield, yield, yield thy quest,”
Whispers through the woodland deep;
“Come to me and be at rest;
“I am slumber, I am sleep.”
Then the weary feet would fail,
But the never-daunted will
Urges “Forward, forward still!
“Press along the trail!”

Breast, breast, breast the slope!
See, the path is growing steep.
Hark! a little song of hope
When the stream begins to leap.
Though the forest, far and wide,
Still shuts out the bending blue,
We shall finally win through,
Cross the long divide.

On, on, onward tramp!
Will the journey never end?
Over yonder lies the camp;
Welcome waits us there, my friend.
Can we reach it ere the night?
Upward, upward, never fear!
Look, the summit must be near;
See the line of light!

Red, red, red the shine
Of the splendour in the west,
Glowing through the ranks of pine,
Clear along the mountain-crest!
Long, long, long the trail
Out of sorrow’s lonely vale;
But at last the traveller sees
Light between the trees!


Whispering Waves : A poem by – Edel T. Copeland

Whispering Waves
County Kerry, Ireland
Irish landscapes
Nigel Borrington 2020

Whispering Waves
Edel T. Copeland

Waves come crashing to grey sullen shores.
Powerful and strong, it breathes and roars.
Cascading and caressing each grain of sand,
A warm embrace between sea and land.

High above, a seagull soars high.
Wings of purity it spreads to fly.
Battling high against darkened cloud,
In a wind that blows fiercely, flying graceful and proud.

Beneath, the sand is soft and warm.
Sculpted by nature, it’s weathered the storm.
A passionate battle between calmness and rage,
A new chapter’s beginning; don’t turn the last page.

I listen again to the whispering waves,
Music of nature calming and brave.
Its power unknown, its stillness untamed,
Mysterious and magical, a treasure earth claims.


I’m Just a Farmer, Plain and Simple: By Bobby Collier

I’m Just a Farmer, Plain and Simple
By Bobby Collier

I’m just a farmer,
Plain and simple.
Not of a royal birth
But rather, a worker of the earth.

I know not of riches
But rather, of patches on my britches
I know of draught and rain,
Of pleasure and pain.

I know of the good and the bad,
The happy and the sad.
I am a man of emotions.

A man who loves this land,
And the beauty of its sand.
I know of a spring’s fresh flow
And autumn’s golden glow,
Of a newborn calf’s hesitation,
And the eagle’s destination.

I know of tall pines,
And long, waiting lines.
Of the warmth of campfires,
And the agony of flat tires.

But I am a man who loves his job
And the life I live.

I am a man who works with God,
I cannot succeed without his help,
For you see,
I’m just a farmer
Plain and simple.


October : Robert Frost – 1874-1963

Octobers trees
Lumix GX1
Black and white Landscpares
Nigel Borrington 2020

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
To-morrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief.

Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know;
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!

For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.


Down on the Farm , The Light in your eyes ……

The White of your eyes
Black and white Images
Lumix GX1 camera
Nigel Borrington 2020


In The Green you can live ….

In The Green you can live ….

Don’t listen to the people
Who think they know it all
I open my heart
and write you a song

Time is Gone
Escape from all

And in the green
you can live
On the trees you can sleep
And the moon will make you smile
And the city says goodbye
And shout lalalalalala

I give you my bag
Old bag
For guitar and bread

I give you my shoes
Old shoes
And i give you my hat

Time is Gone
Escape from all

And in the green
you can live
On the trees you can sleep
And the moon will make you smile
And the city says goodbye
And shout lalalalalala


Dandelion seeds a poem by Whitney Albright

Dandelion Seeds
Woodland nature
Nikon D700
Nigel Borrington 2020

She stands out
Against the weeds
Oh, she spouts
Her dandelion seeds

The smiling song
Of spring she leads
May the sunshine on
Her dandelion seeds

From the damp land
Her roots feed
Causing silver strands
In her dandelion seeds

Wishes she carries
Wishes she bleeds
Wishes are scattered
In her dandelion seeds


Mine is the freedom of the hills : By: Douglas Fraser – 1968

Freedom of the Hills
Irish Landscape Photography
Nigel Borrington

Freedom of the Hills

By: Douglas Fraser – 1968

Mine is the freedom of the tranquil hills
When vagrant breezes bend the sinewy grass,
While sunshine on the widespread landscape spills
And light as down the fleet cloud-shadowed pass.

Mine, still, that freedom when the storm-clouds race,
Cracking their whips against defiant crags
And mists swirl boiling up from inky space
To vanish on the instant, torn to rags.

When winter grips the mountains in a vice,
Silently stifling with its pall of snow,
Checking the streams, draping the rocks in ice,
Still to their mantled summits I would go.

Sun-drenched, I sense the message they impart;
Storm-lashed, I hear it sing through every vein;
Among the snows it whispers to my heart
“Here is your freedom. Taste – and come again.”


Life is about being Happy, finding a way to stay happy …

Derreen Gardens
Lauragh
Country Kerry
Canon G1x series camera
Nigel Borrington 2020

There are so many great quotes from John Lennon, but this one has to be one of his best 🙂

“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.”

John Lennon

In current times finding happiness has become very important for our mental health, we all need to fight as hard as possible to achieve personal happiness, never let anyone for what ever reason put you in any other mood than a generally happy one !

One tool I have developed over the last weeks to active this aim is to stop reading/watching or listening to the daily news, I could write an essay on the why’s but life is to short!

Just stop listening, get outside as often as you can (walk, say hello to people, look at the landscape around you), it is not selfish to make sure your in a good mental place, you can give more to others if you are!

Happiness needs working at, working to find the things that make you happy and at the same time dismissing the things that don’t – it takes work !!!!


The sun sets in county Kerry

The Sun sets
County Kerry
Rep of Ireland
Nikon D700
Nigel Borrington

A lot of my images have been black and white of late, I love black and white :), here is a great use of colour in a photo, A sunset that is to die for 🙂

Of all the locations in Ireland for a great sunset, County Kerry has to be the best 🙂


The Scribe in the Woods, Irish Poetry

Deep in the woodlands
Panasonic Lumix Gx1
Nigel Borrington 2020

The Scribe in the Woods, Irish Poetry

‘Over me green branches hang
A blackbird leads the loud song
Above my pen-lined booklet
I hear a fluting bird-throng

The cuckoo pipes a clear call
Its dun cloak hid in deep dell:
Praise to the Gods for their gifts
That in woodland I write well’


The Peace of Mindfulness is like a Boat at rest …..

The Peace of Mindfulness
Irish Landscapes
Canon G1x series
Nigel Borrington

The Peace of Mindfulness is like a boat at rest, just slowly reacting to the movement of the water that it is resting on !

Its our job to find a way of being more like this boat !