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5 Images for the week, Tuesday.

Coumshingaun Corrie Lake county Waterford Nigel Borrington


A new Header image , for July 2017

A Mountain View of Slievenamon
Clonmel
County Tipperary
Nigel Borrington


A view from Coumshingaun Loop Walk, County Waterford, Ireland

Coumshingaun Loop Walk
Irish landscapes
Nigel Borrington

Its an amazing thought but the rock that is sitting upon the larger rock to the left of this picture, could have been resting there for over 15000 years, these rocks are the remains of the last Ice-age in Ireland you can find many of them all over the country.

These two rocks can be found on the Coumshingaun Loop Walk in county Waterford, the walk contains many great views including Coumshingaun an ice aged lake, I will post some pictures soon that show this lake in its full glory ……


Monday Poetry : The Harbour, by: Winifred Mary Letts

The Harbour, Poem By Winifred Mary Letts Nigel Borrington

The Harbour, Poem

By : Winifred Mary Letts

I think if I lay dying in some land
Where Ireland is no more than just a name,
My soul would travel back to find that strand
From whence it came.

I’d see the harbour in the evening light,
The old men staring at some distant ship,
The fishing boats they fasten left and right
Beside the slip.

The fishing boat rests along the shore,
The grey thorn bushes growing in the sand,
Our Wexford coast from Arklow to Cahore –
My native land.

The little houses climbing up the hill
Sea daises growing in the sandy grass,
The tethered goats that wait large -eyed and still
To watch you pass.

The women at the well with dripping pails,
Their men colloguing by the harbour wall,
The coils of rope, the nets, the old brown sails,
I’d know them all.

And then the sun- I’d surely see
The disk against a golden sky.
Would let me be at my rest.


Today along the river Suir, County Tipperary

March on the river banks
River Suir
County Tipperary
Nigel Borrington

Early March walking along the banks of the river Suir, county Tipperary.

The trees are still bare but not for long now, we had the first dry day for a long time yet it was cool.

I love this river walk very much, a mountain view of Slievenamon county Tipperary, on the north side of the river and of the hills of county Waterford on the south side.

The river Suir, Tipperary, March 8th 2017 🙂


Dear March – Come in – By Emily Dickinson(1830 – 1886)

Irish Landscape images March 2017 Nigel Borrington

Irish Landscape images
March 2017
Nigel Borrington

Dear March – Come in
Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886

Dear March – Come in –
How glad I am –
I hoped for you before –
Put down your Hat –
You must have walked –
How out of Breath you are –
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest –
Did you leave Nature well –
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me –
I have so much to tell –

I got your Letter, and the Birds –
The Maples never knew that you were coming –
I declare – how Red their Faces grew –
But March, forgive me –
And all those Hills you left for me to Hue –
There was no Purple suitable –
You took it all with you –

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Who knocks? That April –
Lock the Door –
I will not be pursued –
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied –
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come

That blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame –

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The Manor Farm, By Edward Thomas

On the Farm Irish landscapes Nigel Borrington

On the Farm
Irish landscapes
Nigel Borrington

The rock-like mud unfroze a little and rills
Ran and sparkled down each side of the road
Under the catkins wagging in the hedge.
But earth would have her sleep out, spite of the sun;
Nor did I value that thin glilding beam
More than a pretty February thing
Till I came down to the old Manor Farm,
And church and yew-tree opposite, in age
Its equals and in size. The church and yew
And farmhouse slept slept in a Sunday silentness.

The air raised not a straw. The steep farm roof,
With tiles duskily glowing, entertained
The mid-day sun; and up and down the roof
White pigeons nestled. There was no sound but one.
Three cart-horses were looking over a gate
Drowsily through their forelocks, swishing their tails
Against a fly, a solitary fly.

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The Winter’s cheek flushed as if he had drained
Spring, Summer, and Autumn at a drought
And smiled quietly. But ’twas not Winter—
Rather a season of bliss unchangeable
Awakened from farm and church where it had lain
Safe under tile and thatch for ages since
This country, Old already, was called Happy.

Edward Thomas


A November weekend – Gallery ……

A November sunrise

Images of November

The following images are just some of the many I have posted here of my blog since 2011, in the month of November. It is one of my most loved months each year for photography as the sun is always low in the sky and the cold , moody and foggy weather is drawing in…….

As its Friday and the weekend is very close I hope you have a great one 🙂 , if you get time to capture some images I hope you Enjoy yourselves 🙂 have a great time what ever you do !!!!


November Gallery

Misty Morning on the lane. Kilkenny Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

The old Country lane Irish Landscape photography : Nigel Borrington

A Misty Day 3
Duncannon beach in the sun. Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Monday Morning at the Beach, Monatray West, Youghal, Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Green St  Callan 2014

Misty fields Callan 2014

The Celtic New year

Ballymartin windfarm

The Celtic new year

Yellow Tutsan flowwers 1

Its the weekend so find a beach 1

Sigma SD15 Golden fall 1

Find a forest walk 1

Kilkenny Landscape photography Beyond the gate Nigel Borrington

Against the Winter 1

Irish Landscape Photography Nigel Borrington

An October walk along the Waterford coast Irish Landscape Photography  Nigel Borrington


The first Snow of the Winter , Gallery

Irish Landscapes Nier Valley  County Waterford  Nigel Borrington

Irish Landscapes
Nire Valley
County Waterford
Nigel Borrington

This Morning many parts of Ireland awoke to the first Snows of the Winter, Snow in November while not unusual is early for Ireland. Maybe its a sign of the winter weather that’s ahead of us, in any-case I just had to get out this morning and capture as many images as I could 🙂

Here are just a few from an early morning walk through the Nire Valley , county Waterford …….

Nire Valley , County Waterford – the first Snows of Winter

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Irish Landscape Photography : Slievenamon Bog, County Tipperary, The Bog Lands a Poem By : William A. Byrne

Irish Landscape Photography Slievenamon Bog Nigel Borrington

Irish Landscape Photography
Slievenamon Bog
Nigel Borrington

The Bog Lands

By William A. Byrne

THE purple heather is the cloak
God gave the bogland brown,
But man has made a pall o’ smoke
To hide the distant town.

Our lights are long and rich in change,
Unscreened by hill or spire,
From primrose dawn, a lovely range,
To sunset’s farewell fire.

No morning bells have we to wake
Us with their monotone,
But windy calls of quail and crake
Unto our beds are blown.

The lark’s wild flourish summons us
To work before the sun;
At eve the heart’s lone Angelus
Blesses our labour done.

We cleave the sodden, shelving bank
In sunshine and in rain,
That men by winter-fires may thank
The wielders of the slane.

Our lot is laid beyond the crime
That sullies idle hands;
So hear we through the silent time
God speaking sweet commands.

Brave joys we have and calm delight—
For which tired wealth may sigh—
The freedom of the fields of light,
The gladness of the sky.

And we have music, oh, so quaint!
The curlew and the plover,
To tease the mind with pipings faint
No memory can recover;

The reeds that pine about the pools
In wind and windless weather;
The bees that have no singing-rules
Except to buzz together.

And prayer is here to give us sight
To see the purest ends;
Each evening through the brown-turf light
The Rosary ascends.

And all night long the cricket sings
The drowsy minutes fall,—
The only pendulum that swings
Across the crannied wall.

Then we have rest, so sweet, so good,
The quiet rest you crave;
The long, deep bogland solitude
That fits a forest’s grave;

The long, strange stillness, wide and deep,
Beneath God’s loving hand,
Where, wondering at the grace of sleep,
The Guardian Angels stand.