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Irish landscape photography : Monday morning sunrise at the beach – a Poem

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

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

Monday morning at the beach

A Monday morning Sunrise at the Beach
the soft breath of the sea air,
tickles your nose.

You feel the cool morning air,
lightly brushing your cheek.

Soft Sun light
surrounds you in a welcoming hug.

The waves nip at your toes,
you can taste the ocean,
while the moon says goodbye.

Light bursts across the beach,
the sky brightens in a joyful smile.

The clouds disappear,
as the sun dances across the waves.


Irish landscape photography – in Black and White, a gallery

Waterford Coastline, Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Waterford Coastline,
Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

The Irish Landscape offers some of the most wonderful views in this part of Europe, with rolling mountains and rocky, spectacular coastlines, there are many forests and powerful flowing rivers.

One of the area’s of photography I love the most is black and white and I feel that the Irish landscape is made for black and white images, often the days are wet and stormy and dark. I feel that shooting images in black and white captures these atmospheric days very well. On good weather days in the summer months getting out early or late to capture the sun low in the sky also works very well in a black and white photograph.

Below are some of the black and white images I am most happy with, so far during 2014.

Irish landscape photography – Black and White Gallery

Waterford coast line 5

Waterford coast line 1

Allihies Copper Mines 2

Allihies Copper Mines 1

Down in deep water

River Nore KIlkennty 1

Irish Forestry Gallery 2

Irish Forestry Gallery 4

Irish Forestry Gallery 7

The Rivers flow 02

The Rivers flow 03

The Rivers flow 05

Monday Morning at the Waterfall 1

Monday Morning at the Waterfall 5

The Trees by the river bank 3

The Trees by the river bank 1

High river flow 6

High river flow 3

High river flow 11

High river flow 7


The Sea Of Time, Poem by Robert Crawford

Time at the sea 2
Images of the Waterford coast.
Infra-red photography
Irish landscape photography : Nigel Borrington

The Sea Of Time.

by Robert Crawford

On that strange sea
Where Man’s bark moves as toward eternity,
What sails put forth that are not seen again!
So joyous it may be, or in pain,

The mariner doth drive still on and on
Beneath no mortal star,
And to no mortal port — as one
Who may but anchor somewhere so afar,

Time at the sea 1.

Not himself wrecks if he shall reach no more
In that tremendous sea another shore:
He is so like a wave himself at last,

He would toss through the future as the past —
But tethered as a whale is to a wave,
So he might still the one life have
Through all the changes that may be
On that tremendous sea!


The Sea

The sea poem 1

The sea is a hungry dog,
Giant and grey.
He rolls on the beach all day.
With his clashing teeth and shaggy jaws
Hour upon hour he gnaws
The rumbling, tumbling stones,
And ‘Bones, bones, bones, bones! ‘
The giant sea-dog moans,
Licking his greasy paws.

And when the night wind roars
And the moon rocks in the stormy cloud,
He bounds to his feet and snuffs and sniffs,
Shaking his wet sides over the cliffs,
And howls and hollos long and loud.

But on quiet days in May or June,
When even the grasses on the dune
Play no more their reedy tune,
With his head between his paws
He lies on the sandy shores,
So quiet, so quiet, he scarcely snores.

The sea is a hungry dog,
Giant and grey.
He rolls on the beach all day.
With his clashing teeth and shaggy jaws
Hour upon hour he gnaws
The rumbling, tumbling stones,
And ‘Bones, bones, bones, bones! ‘
The giant sea-dog moans,
Licking his greasy paws.

And when the night wind roars
And the moon rocks in the stormy cloud,
He bounds to his feet and snuffs and sniffs,
Shaking his wet sides over the cliffs,
And howls and hollos long and loud.

But on quiet days in May or June,
When even the grasses on the dune
Play no more their reedy tune,
With his head between his paws
He lies on the sandy shores,
So quiet, so quiet, he scarcely snores.

James Reeves


The Sea – Louis MacNeice

The Sea

The Sea

Incorrigible, ruthless,
It rattles the shingly beach of my childhood,
Subtle, the opposite of the earth,
And, unlike earth, capable
Any time at all of proclaiming eternity
Like something or someone to whom
We have to surrender, finding
Through that surrender life.

Louis MacNeice 1907-1963