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Kilkenny Landscape Photography

Kilkenny Landscape Photography On the Forest Road Nigel Borrington

Kilkenny Landscape Photography
On the Forest Road
Nigel Borrington

Way back in the year, February 2014 our forests here in county KIlkenny lost a lot of their trees due to very bad storms with high winds, it has taken almost ten months to clear most of this damage but the task is almost complete.

While out walking yesterday I noticed that the last of the many forest areas had been cleared of it fallen trees, I guess this is a great point to reach as the job of planting many new trees can now begin.

Kilkenny Landscape Photography, on the forest road : Gallery

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Clearing the Forests following Storm Darwin , a (Before and after) Gallery.

Breanomore forest, Slievenamon, county Tipperary. Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Breanomore forest, Slievenamon, county Tipperary.
Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

On the 12th of February this year Ireland was hit by the remains of a hurricane given the name of Darwin, by the time it hit us it was down rated to a storm but its power was truly stunning.

Locally in counties Tipperary and Kilkenny there was a lot of damage to peoples property and farm building but the forests and their trees where the most affected. Irish Forestry lost almost one years worth of timber , the same amount that would have been harvested in 2014.

It is only in the last month that most of the local fallen trees have been removed, sadly however to do this it has meant clear felling very large areas of our local woodlands.

The images here where taken during the the year and include the after effects of the storm and then images of Forest workers during the process of clearing some one sq mile of Breanomore forest near the mountain of Slievenamon, County Tipperary.

The last set of images show how the forest looks now, a vast area has been cleared. The effects of Storm Darwin are still very clear even now in November and the work to remove damaged and fallen trees will continue for sometime to come.

A true reminder of the power of nature.

The results of the February storms

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KIlkenny Forests after Storm Darwin 07.

Forest workers clearing the trees

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The Forest after being cleared

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After the Storm, Poem by : Hilen Letiro

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Killamery woodlands after the February storms of 2014
Landscape photography : Nigel Borrington

After the Storm

by Hilen Letiro

The storms may come And limbs may break;
Yet others bend Beneath the weight
Of heavy rain And windy breeze…
A storm can mark The strongest trees.

After the storm 2.

Life sometimes deals With us this way;
In unseen trials We meet each day.
It’s not how much our bodies break
Or how much they may bend;
It’s Our Outlook In Our Own Life
That helps our spirits mend!

Read more at Poem : After the Storm

Life between the Storms .

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Life between the Storms

Today here in Ireland we are experiencing our eighth storm in eight weeks, with winds up to 160 kmph, the rivers are still flooded and we are are due two more storms before the weekend.

Yet life goes on, I took these two images of people going about their lives one getting his new paper and the other walking his dog.

As always life goes on but when its raining and the weather is very bad the doors get shut the fire is set, the newspaper is read and the dog is in his basket….

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After the storms , Poem By : Boris Pasternak

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Storm clouds over County Kilkenny
Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

After The Storm

By : Boris Pasternak

The air is full of after-thunder freshness,
And everything rejoices and revives.
With the whole outburst of its purple clusters
The lilac drinks the air of paradise.

The gutters overflow; the change of weather
Makes all you see appear alive and new.
Meanwhile the shades of sky are growing lighter,
Beyond the blackest cloud the height is blue.

An artist’s hand, with mastery still greater
Wipes dirt and dust off objects in his path.
Reality and life, the past and present,
Emerge transformed out of his colour-bath.

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The memory of over half a lifetime
Like swiftly passing thunder dies away.
The century is no more under wardship:
High time to let the future have its say.

It is not revolutions and upheavals
That clear the road to new and better days,
But revelations, lavishness and torments
Of someone’s soul, inspired and ablaze.

As the Sky Touches the Earth, by Robert Stephen Herrick

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Nikon D7000, 24mm f2.8 lens
Lough Conn, County Mayo
Irish landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

As the Sky Touches the Earth,

by Robert Stephen Herrick

Wild whisps of torn clouds swirl
rising in energy from wicked winds
and create a surge in the speed
of spinning in succession
slowly at first, yet the terror
turns into an ominous element
yearning and beginning
to take its path.

Forces of nature may often seem
to be manageable to the untrained eye,
though the might and horrifying height
sets its sight and it towers
from the heavens down to the low earth,
terror fills the most hardened heart
as the deadly dread devours
living souls with its suprelative speed.

Unconditional surrender to this fear
is a forced humbling indeed
as homes are flattened like sheet metal
from the turbulent courses
descending in an enormous twisting,
spiraling and ripping of the world
within pieces apart and yet
waiting for no reply.

Storm clouds over the land
Croaghaul, Achill Island, Ireland
Irish landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

As the sky touches the earth,
danger is eminent and to be found
in gigantic proportions
tearing apart homes and localities,
shreading living beings and lives
then showering down dirt and debris
across a wide landscape
like a wicked child at play.

Tumultuous and catastrophic with its
destruction, this titanic giant of air
collectively rushed together
breathed in its peril by inhaling
that which once covered
the surface of the earth then
exhaled all it had, but miles away,
staying solid on its path
with determinded disruption,
on its way with its
whirling winds.