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248/365 Shutter release challenge

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Big sky in County Monaghan

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Walking the dog and the sun has just dropped behind the hill in the distance. The sky caught my eye, so leaving the dog to investigate whatever his nose was following. I set up and took this shot, doing very little processing this is day 248’s photograph.

I would like to thank you all for your likes and comments and with around 116 days still to go I am already planing my next project. There are days doing a 365 that push you to your limit, for me its time. There never seems to be that extra hour in the day but it also has taught me to think and find a photo quickly. I try to keep the processing to a minimum, and have found myself returning to B&W photography. I use to love shooting on B&W film many years ago, and my new projects will all be in monochrome.

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230/365 Shutter release challenge

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A crock of gold.

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They say here in Ireland that there’s a crock of gold at the rainbows end, but I feel we have our own crock of gold when I look over my back yard. with the sound of birds and the amount of wildlife to be seen. Then a rainbow frames it for me. Gold comes in many forms and we are blessed to have a crock full of it.

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208/365 Shutter release challenge

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Ancient spirit calls

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By the lough I sit has a tear inches down and falls to the ancient ground. A tear for a jewel lost long ago, sister you can never be replaced. Looking through the reeds a mist rises from the water. Shooting forward it grips me like a heavy hand . I breath in the white mist and an ancient voice echoes in my head. Warmth fills my heart, rising to my feet I walk down to the still waters. Slowly I walk into the mist ,waters fill my person and I pass into the arms of the pass, present and future . There before me stands the jewel lost to me long ago, I reach to touch her. My hand touches her hand and I awake standing on the lough shore. A small stone in my hand, older than man . Echoes ring, you cannot touch the pass but it can touch you.

Go raibh maith agat