230/365 Shutter release challenge

A crock of gold.


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

Ancient spirit calls


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

183/365 Shutter release challenge

Tullylish Old church Tower


Spotted this on a hill in Tullylish near Gilford in County Armagh. Turning the motorcycle round and finding the road it was beside I was not disappointed. It was a grand old tower in an old grave yard with a newer church on the other side of the road.

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