Dark side

Got the waders on and waded out into the lough reeds. Standing thigh deep in the reeds I took this shoot. The silhouette gives a feel of the mystery that lies under the dark waters. The what if or whats in there.
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Dark side

Got the waders on and waded out into the lough reeds. Standing thigh deep in the reeds I took this shoot. The silhouette gives a feel of the mystery that lies under the dark waters. The what if or whats in there.
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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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Mechanical rain

One thing we get in Ireland is our fair share of rain. Was going out to put my motorcycle into the garage when I spotted a line of drips on the front mudguard/ fender. Getting a tripod and setting up in the rain I got a triple reflection of the mechanics of the bike.
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Water droplet.

Seem to be drawn to looking into rain droplets, I find the close up views give a new perspective to the small things we past over looking for the grander view to capture.
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Damselfly

Spotted a few damselfly’s around the lough while walking, but I shot this around 8.30pm has the sun was dropping in the evening sky. I find they stay still better around this time.
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Dark tree

Noticed this very dark tree, it’s bark nearly black. Got this shot through the trees of its reflection in the lake.
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The world through a rain drop.

This was a rain drop on the window. using a 105mm macro’s lens and a set of extension tubes this is the view through it. Always keep an open mind, and try new things.
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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.
silent thought

When I saw this reed grass it brought images of people with there heads bowed in prayer or silent thought.
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Lake view

Spotted this one morning on the way to work, had to wait for the right weather and light to get the shot.
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