208/365 Shutter release challenge

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

201/365 Shutter release challenge

Into the unknown.

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365 Challenge great for playing around with the images. Sometime I get an thought about something and try to reproduce it in an image. But like sitting looking at a piece of artwork  every one see’s a different image based on their own experience of life.

Spend a minute looking and see your take on the image

Thank you and enjoy.

172 Shutter release challenge

Were they family…..

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So I headed out to an old graveyard that sits on a hill top. It dates back to the early 1800’s. I recall coming to it when I was a nipper ( young lad) about 11 years old. That was when you could cycle a few miles and find things to explore.Fight off the dead that where coming to get us and drag us under to the middle world. Look for signs that they walked at night, scare myself with my own imagination. I recall my grandfather telling me the worst thing you will ever meet is you own imagination. I my case he was right.

I recall seeing this head stone on a grave and asking my father about it. He didn’t know anything about it. So was in the area this afternoon and was driving to the Bow lough which is close by. the sun was setting has I climbed the hill, seems a little steeper that all those years ago. But good to see someone is looking after the old place. A walk around and it wasn’t hard to find what I came for.

I must look into the family history and see if I was related to those buried  here. The family buried here are dated from 1897 through to 1940 and most seem to have lived in excess of 80 years. Watching the sinking sun and the warming of the sky it was nice to sit in the silence with just the song birds  playing natures music and remembering summer days from long ago.

Thank you for visiting.

127/365 Shutter release challenge

Recall

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Recall

An old photograph in my hand
memories from childhood days
flicker like an old silent movie.

Days spent playing in the hills
fishing with worm and hook
adventure knew no bounds

Chasing butterflies over meadow
building tree houses in the sky
watching birds soaring high

Granddad rounding up the flock
Darkie answers his every call
Crouched down low moving to and fro

Blanket of snow covers the hill
time to play enjoy the thrill
Sledging and sliding down that hill

Now an old man with tear on cheek
not from sadness for times gone
but from the happiness of life.

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