With a few days of freezing weather and mist over the lough it has started to freeze over.
Here are a few photographs from the lough edge.
With a heavy frost build up on the plants and the waters freezing over it gives a whole new look and feeling to the place.
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So a misty morning greeted me with a heavy frost coating the world in fine jewels. Just me and the dog out for a morning stroll, with a 17-70 zoom on the camera we headed out. With the mist acting like a giant softbox the landscape soft on the eye, my old pal and I headed off down the road.
Yes this is a road, one of the many little L roads in Ireland.
A stop at one of the small loughs and it’s soft on the eye with the mist still down.
A couple of close ups for the foliage
A beautiful morning in a grand part of Ireland where the pace is slow and the company great.
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Light dance
Had this shot in my head for a while and with dusk dropping in and the light reflecting on the lough I had to stop. When there is no breeze the loughs turn to mirrors for a short time every evening and you can just see it starting here on the water.
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Autumn woodland
While out for a walk I came across this woodland, while it was a sunny day it had a cold wind blowing. I love the colours from the floor to the canopy tops.
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EDGE
Where worlds meet, is one more real that the other?
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They’ll never notice me
Saw these Mallard’s out on the lough then on closer inspection I noted one was a white duck. It seems to have latched onto these male Mallards and where they went, it went.
Not a great photograph, I chopped into show the white duck but I loved the way it just tagged along.
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Just
Just a single tree standing against the clouded backdrop. Who does it whisper to.
Calling
With the summer clothes cast
I stand with limps out stretched
Against the painted morning sky
Around me a carpet glistens
like stars laying at my feet
…
Only whispers from my kin reach me now,
Where limps once touched
across the country wide.
When the winds played,
the rattle of our tongue could be heard.
…
Now alone I stand
limbs still reach but no touch to be had
No kin with in reach,
Oh to be touched in my last day’s
before decay.
24/10/13
Where I wander
A view of the ground where I wander, dream and photograph.
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Reed Swan
When out working around the garden I like to keep the camera handy, A couple of swan’s landed on the lough at the gardens edge. Walking down I got stood still till they got use me and managed to get a couple of shots before leaving them to their feeding. This shot was taken through some reeds which I did knowing they would be out of focus. I like the effect of them framing the swan.
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Bullet holes and weeds
This road sign has had a hard life. looks like the local hunters nailed this one.
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George McNeill Photography 
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